You don't have to do it. Just call me weird or something. I am so curious! Just call it a girl thing or whatever you want, Well, I don't know what. Re...lity check maybe?"I grinned at her. "Give me a few minutes, okay?"Then I went into our bedroom and closed the door. I put Leila's leggings and tunic back in the closet and put her bra and panties in the laundry hamper. I really would have been fine in a tee and jeans but I wanted to make it interesting. She had seen me change so I had nothing to. As I got to the sidewalk I noticed I still had my cup in hand. I reached down to get the paper as I saw you.I needed something better than the weather to say. My head was scrambled. I felt a knot in my stomach. What would I say this time that would sound stupid?As you drew near I could see the smile on your sweat laden face. "Morning" I greeted."Morning to you" you huffed back.My brain was straining for something witty, but what blurted out was "Coffee?"Coffee? Really? He's running, not. Her tongue teased her lips again. She gave me a big smile and started bouncing up and down with glee, causing our hands to similarly bounce in my lap and further aggravate an already serious situation."Thank you, Sam! Oh, thank you! Did you see my panties?" She released my hands and lifted the hem of her skirt to show me the black frilly lace of her high-cut underwear. "I paid forty dollars for them at Frederick's. Feel." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pubic mound, completely caught. I am sitting back in the couch, she is straddling me and I know she feels my bulge on her wet cunt through our clothes. My left hand is on the small on her back supporting her slightly. My right hand is gently squeezing her firm C-cup pyramids. Back and forth, back and forth. Let me be clear, I have no intention of making love to this horny angel tonight, but I can't resist a few moments caressing this stunning body before I fuck this drunken slut the way I'm sure she is craving and probably.