“Please don't panic,” she whispered.I was speechless. I tried to make sense of and process what Delilah had revealed to me. I had many questions l...ft unanswered and many things I couldn't accept as being real. What I was sure of, however, was that Delilah was a very, beautiful and sexy, dirty, young lady, imaginary or real. I was sexually attracted to her regardless of which form she appeared to me in.Delilah walked back to my bed and sat next to me. “I had a truly wonderful time with you and I. Her fingers glide over inner lips, up towards her clit. She pulls her hood back to expose her throbbing purple button and circles it gently with her index finger, moaning as she brings herself pleasure. I slip my own hand down to cup my pussy and start to slowly rub myself. Sophie smiles, knowing she has me turned on seems to spur her on as she brings her heels up onto the edge of the chair and introduces a long finger into her tight tunnel, her chest heaving as she does. Soon another finger. We enjoyed surprisingly good coffee and donuts and conversation before departing for the final leg of the trip.When we watched Cindy and Dan leave (with Cindy back in the pilot's seat because 'I miss it!') I turned to Jo. "Do you get the feeling that we've just emerged from the Twilight Zone?"She slumped back into my arms. "Something like that."We took a ride in the airfield operator's golfcart to shuttle our baggage to the car."Ask him," Jo elbowed me. "You KNOW you want to." Ask me what?" the. ’ He laughed a little self-consciously at his own ego. To him, though, she grew more beautiful with each passing day. The exercise and nutrition surely had done her good, but he liked to think that it was the mental stimulation and personal attention that had added the sparkle in her lovely dark eyes. And there she was, typing away on the laptop, her graceful fingers flying over the keys. Whatever she was working on, she’d asked him not to read it until it was finished. Happy to comply with her.