At that moment, seated at the large camp table, Valerie seemed to radiate pure sex like it was a common asset available to everyone. Her movements were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was making love to anything that came in contact with her full and lush body. When she touched the table, it was certain that she was feeling its texture, caressing its surface with her fingers, and the bench she was sitting on might as well have been alive by the way her supplely fleshed buttocks and thighs pinched and rocked upon it. She was wearing a short dress of such delicate material that he had to wonder if it was all there, or instead, if was a blouse and she had somehow forgotten her pants or skirt. She always dressed in revealing garments, and though Rick had never seen her in the nude, he felt he could describe all of her intimate parts in detail. Her breasts, large and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position, the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress as if straining to be free. He could imagine how proud and firm they were, like magnificent blushing globes above her narrow waist and curving hips. Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted seemed to suggest he could easily look up between them to the warm inviting place where her sleek inner thighs and softly rounded buttocks became one. Her silken pubic mound would be darker and thicker than Karen's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her cunt tucked between soft, wetly glistening cuntal lips.