“And…?” she asked “And the man at the ice machine…? “I don’t understand…” she stammered. *Smack* “You made him hot… horny… he ...anted you.” “He did, I guess…” “And you liked that he wanted you, didn’t you”? *Smack* “Well, sort of, I mean he was looking at me so intently and..” “And it made you wet”? “I already was wet.” *Smack* “ Okay wetter then,” I pried. “Ouch! All right, yes, I got wetter and couldn’t stop it. I felt the trickle run to my knees and was afraid that he would see and then he. The difference between fantasy and reality was evident – she was breathing harder, gasping for breath, her motions less controlled as she fondled new breasts, stroked a new cunt. Of course, she had actually explored Katie’s body just yesterday, but she didn’t know that. Yesterday they were Judy’s breasts, today she knew that they were Katie’s! The differences were psychological, but real where it mattered. Much the same change applied to Katie. Now she was in bed with another woman but wasn’t. Each stroke took longer and longer as her expertmouth worked the tip of his cock toward ecstasy. And she loved doing it. She loved him between her breasts, his rigid manhoodcraving her mouth, and her succulent kisses. And he adored the lush low sounds she made at the back of her throat as ifshe couldn't get enough. It became a game: would he thrust deeply enough forher to catch him? And if he didn't, would he miss her juicy sucking? And couldhe ever get enough before he exploded . . . he felt. ..that there was any way...to increase things so fucking much, ...from what I already had with my cock. That went beyond anything that I was prepared for." "I'll take that as a 'yes', that you like what I've done to you, Jordan." Dee Dee climbed off the padded table, and stood next to Jordan, who was still lying there, catching her breath. "And there's more good news, Jordan. Take a look at your nuts now." Jordan propped herself up on her elbows, and gazed down at her cock and balls. .