Jingo swallows hard as Laurel settles into his lap, as he feels that soft thigh of hers brush against the hard erection underneath his swimsuit.<br/><br/>"Twisted, you say?" he smiles, one arm helping support her, the other continuing to gently caress her delicious curves. "Do you often get a little twisted?" he asks. "Anything I can do to soothe things out. Or, heh, get them even more twisted, if need be?"