We were living and working in London, when we were first married, but couldn't afford to buy anywhere in London, so we had looked around.
We had close friends in Kent, so we eventually bought a place, in the same town, which was still within commuting distance, by train.
Kevin, was a good workmate of mine, and had access to a Transit van. He offered to help us move, for free, if we gave him dinner and paid for fuel. We, of course, jumped at the chance.
Since we would have to do two trips, we had already agreed that Kevin could stay the night on the sofa, rather than drive back. We had assembled our bed, which Pat made up, and had the stereo connected, before Kevin & I went to collect the rest of the stuff, leaving Pat to unpack and sort things out.
When we got back, and started unloading the van, Pat nipped to the chip shop and got us something to eat. As Kevin was going to stay, I suggested we went for a drink, to try out the local pub.
When we got back, Pat was a little tipsy, and we all sat on the sofa, to listen to some music. She was sat between us, and I began to kiss her and fondle her tits. She had a gypsy top on, no bra, and a skirt.
Anyway, she was leaning into me and certainly wasn't objecting to me feeling her tits. I looked over at Kevin, who was obviously distracted by her, and I pointed to her skirt. He gave me a puzzled look, but I put a hand on her leg and slid her skirt up a little bit.