Do you want my soft palm- Belinda's voice slipped into his mind, stoking the lust in his body even though he tried to shove the memory of her hand around his dick aside. He didn't want her (he did) he wanted Mary (also true) and he tugged firmly at her (Mary's) skirt to pull it up around her hips, slipping his fingers into her underwear to stroke her as he kissed her. With his free hand he shoved his trousers down as soon as they were loose enough, but it was a clumsy effort - he didn't want to take his focus off the hand between Mary's legs. "You're so fuckin sexy," he whispered, moaning again at the soft feeling of her against his fingers. "So fucking sexy, Mary."