Hanging Name Display

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yeah baby. “Good. The sudden movement draws her attention. I’ve got something planned for next summer. I’m rock hard, trying to imagine who else she has added to her fantasy. As I start to picture the look of ecstasy on Leanne’s face, I start to lose my composure. She’s hot. I’ve got something planned for next summer. I imagine reaching up for her small, perky rack as she bounces and grinds on her favorite uncle’s package. Gah, fuck yesss! I begin to imagine what it would be like if I opened my eyes and saw my niece’s face in my lap instead of Marie’s. When the three of us hang out together, the sexual tension surrounding Marie is nearly palpable, but Stella is just as oblivious as ever. First off, I’m a porn addict. I suppose she’s had plenty of practice (both before and after we met) but most guy’s anticipate some gagging, no matter how experienced a girl is. “So who was Stella’s friend this time?”
“Leanne.” The answer catches me completely