The morning sunlight waking her every morning had been hard to get used to after she first accidentally broke off her window blinds a few months ago. ...ow she welcomed the warm glow on her soft pale skin, getting out of bed and preforming her morning stretches routine in front of her large bay windows.If Lilian were another girl she would realise that standing where she was gave nearly all the houses on her street a perfect view of her supple teenage body. That as she stretched her slender arms. Your bald head enters first, it’s pate shining from the street lights, then darkening as it moves inwards. Your lovely long body follows and the walls of my hallway shudder. One or two framed pictures fall to the floor and smash on the tiles, but I don’t care. You see my face right at the end of the hall poking out from behind the grandfather clock while the rest of me is hidden. I smile at you, blow you a kiss and beckon you to come to me. As you edge further inside the walls suddenly slide. Until you are willing to commit to theperformance, it will remain a hollow, insubstantial lie. Do youunderstand the difference between acting and lying?" It's the setting, right? The audience knowingly agrees to believe thelies a performer tells in the context of the performance." An artist cannot place the burden of communication entirely on theiraudience. Remember what I said at the beginning of class today. You haveto learn how to sell the idea of your character as though you wereintroducing. He’d pull it out to rub it on Jason’s white cheeks and then I’d observe it disappearing within his poop-shoot again.I watched Tom’s skull fall towards me and felt the top of my cock slide between his lips. “I’m so close, I won’t last…,” is all I could say, but he only nodded as his expert tongue began to swirl about my shaft and he bobbed up and down, humming a happy tune.I felt my balls tightening within a minute of my cock sliding into Tom’s throat. Not long after, I excitedly groaned as I.