You nod, yes, and take off your sweatpants. You are embarrassed to see a big pre-cum stain on the boxer shorts, so you quickly drop them also.
"There's our goal, Georgia," Faye whispers to Georgia.
"He certainly looks ready," Georgia whispers back.
Your eyes race all over their delicious bodies you ache to be between them. You stare at Faye's hand which is fondling Georgia's ass.