She was struggling to imagine her lines in this script."Got any British or American music?" I prompted."You might like my Mum's stuff," she said and t...en apologised. "Sorry, I mean she's got more music than I have. I mainly listen to the radio."Twenty minutes later we were at her apartment in a hurricane-damaged block by the sea. Her Mum had a big CD collection, which was a welcome sight in a world where people don't tend to have the physical artefacts anymore. I like to look at the cover and. ”“Oh!” said Tiff, seemingly remembering where she was. She turned and pointed to a building a couple blocks away on the congested street, bouncing lightly in her seat. “This place has my favorite lobster rolls! Well, favorite nearby, anyway. After how much you liked the lobster mac and cheese, I thought maybe you...” she trailed off. “Well, we’re here!” she said, obviously forcing out her cheerfulness this time. She opened her door and stepped out without another word, opening the rear door. I had a white skirt. I put on a pair of black pantyhose. I put on my blonde beehive wig, some big earrings, two pairs of thick eyelashes and pink lipstick. A moment later I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I said, “Hurry, come in!” in my best Vicky voice. Mike walked in and apparently I’d done a good job of surprising him, because his already tented shorts jutted out even further! I said, “Oh good, you got away from Frank! We have to hurry though, we don’t want to be missed! I’m sorry we. .yes I would like that." She moves in front of him, only inches away and goes down to her knees. His eyes stare at her young buds of flesh as she puts her delicate hands on his hips. He can feel her hands shaking as she touches the white briefs and starts to pull them down. It takes a little effort to get it over his cock, but as it clears his prick bounces and points straight out. Her face is close and it touches her chin. She pulls the shorts all the way down and then brings her face.