It's quite a scene with Leslie there sprawled wantonly in Richard's lap, her jeans bunched around her ankles, shoes still on. Her back is arched, eyes closed with intensely focused pleasure even as she grinds her hips into the hard length she feels beneath her ass and up into the hand that's bringing her such intense pleasure hidden beneath her panties. Her fingers intertwine with his hair, pulling him to her neck, and then he speaks.<br/><br/>Hm? Wha? Leslie's mind sprawls into a jumble of confusion, but her body is beyond caring and takes her along for the ride. With a practiced, easy kick her shoes come off quickly followed by her jeans. No problem. "Yes..." she breathes, sinuously sliding out of his lap and onto the floor between his legs, his fingers coming from between her folds and snapping out of her panties wet with her juices.<br/><br/>She lifts her hips, hooking her thumbs into her soaked panties, and in one swift motion they're off. A bit of a giggle rising to her lips as she realizes her socks are still on. Wasn't there some saying about kinky people doing it with their socks on?