Without a word, she stood up, leaving her underwear around her knees. She spoke, her voice even more hoarse than before, almost a growl."I want you Ja...ob. But you should know I'm not as innocent as I seem. I believe you can handle me," she leaned slightly on one leg, the panties around her knees stretching to one side, "I believe you know how to fuck me..."I was shocked at her sudden profanity, ridiculously turned on by how young and dirty she looked in the low light, her thin lacy panties. Wesley chuckled in mirth at the reminiscence as he once again reached out to touch a visual image that had no physical manifestation.Here, again, Wesley was surprised as there was a tangible presence. Not exactly shape or texture, but temperature. As he passed a hand through a red presence, he was aware that it was warmer than when he touched a blue presence. Not only was there temperature, but Wesley could smell the hot dryness of the red, the wetness of the blue, the freshness of the green.. ”“Yeah, that is true.”“You have to understand this. The summer and fall the six of us spent together in our apartment was memorable for all of us. When you encouraged Leanne to renew her sexual relationship with Randy she interpreted it as permission to relive the joy and excitement she experienced during that period of her life.”“I'm beginning to understand.”“When we arrived at the party we didn't realize that your cuckold fantasy might not just be a fantasy, so Leanne's sexually aggressive. “Careful,” I moaned. “Those are sensitive.”“Sorry!” she gasped. Then she kissed one. “There. Better?”“Mmm, better,” I groaned.She kept fondling them. Her touch was so wonderful. I could just stay here and enjoy every second of it. She lifted my balls and then gasped in delight. She nuzzled past them and into my blonde bush.She licked my pussy. Her tongue dragged through my folds, shooting pleasure right to the tip of my cock. I groaned as she brushed my clit. Sparks flared. More moans burst.