I could hear her soft footsteps behind me."Oh Jessie, did you - " My tongue caught in my throat, my penis throbbed. Jessie was dressed ... casually. F...r her, that meant cut-off short-shorts and a scandalous white tank-top. The sort of tank-top that seemed to allow tenting from nipples underneath. Jessie's figure was slender and fit, enough to be healthy ... but not enough to look like an extreme athlete. Her boobs were busty and pleasant - yet not so huge as to cause traffic accidents, pleasing. As for why "she" would lie on the bed and become my property?That is a story like a legend in the middle of the night.Everything goes back to that night two months ago.On an unremarkable late night like today, before the tired social animal was about to fall asleep, there was an accidental knock on the door. When I opened the door angrily and prepared to question, what came oncoming was a beautiful and beautiful animal. The pornographic latex succubus threw me on the ground when I was caught. We often joked around in this vein; it was a kind of antiseptic flirtation. He knew my proclivities, they and my stories were what had caused him to contact me originally, but we had never met and never would, he with his wife and children and precarious medical condition up in Maine, me in my zealously guarded anonymity in New York. But we occasionally teased each other in an easy manner as we carried on a correspondence that was admittedly more assiduous on his side than on mine. I tend to. She had to taste her. And Joan Greene was almost as beautiful as Julie.No, Sue was going for it! There was no sense in being shy now. She had waited too long for the opportunity. And, when I say "too long", I'm talking about hours.But these hours had been very well spent. Sue dreamed about Julie and Joan. Sucking them, fucking them, making them cum. Even while she was having sex, she thought about those two."I wanna make you cum..." Sue..."Julie didn't know how to react. Sue was so beautiful..