Eric and I both looked a bit stunned. I didn't know what Eric was thinking, but I was thinking of sex, and that Hayley must want to go through with it...if she was being this forward."Hey guys, I'm not playing strip poker because I wouldn't want to embarrass you," she winked, "but that doesn't mean we can't read the story."Eric said, "Well, go ahead. I'll never read it the same way again!"I heard my wife say words such as "cock," "cunt," "pussy," "tits," "fuck me hard" and on and on. It wasn't. Smothering his passion with his mouth. She held his head in her hands pulling Ryan to her. Kissing him back deeply, wanting Ryan right then. Ryan's hand slipped into the loose folds of Ilea's robe, searching, wanting to feel her wetness, wanting to feel the power responsible for taking her journey.Ilea felt her heat even before she felt her desires. As she caressed her breasts lightly he moaned with her. Into her open mouth, tongues slippery, sliding. Holding her close she pulled upward, his. She looked at me warily but complied. A warm, inviting patch of flesh appeared, along with the edge of a black bra.“Much better,” I said, showing her the result. “Slightly cheeky but classy.”We uploaded the pic to her profile and quit the site.“Now we just wait and see,” I said. “By the morning you’ll have loads of interest, I bet you.”“Well thank you for being my mentor,” she said, putting her hand on my knee as we sat together on a little settee. “Maybe I’ll find someone as kind as you.” The. ’ ‘Ah. I am Anya. Nice to meet you, Teresa.’ We chatted away for a little while—giggling at the boys and their flat footed approach to chatting up girls, the terrible state of popular music, this and that. Then, apropos of nothing, Teresa said, ‘I want you.’ ‘Pardon?’ ‘You heard. I didn’t mumble.’ She hadn’t mumbled, and I had heard. My heart was in my throat, and she had me in her gaze. Then, as if it was Anya saying it, and not me (I know that sounds weird), I replied, ‘Then I am yours.’ She.