It was the work she had thrown herself into after her son died and her husband left her accusing her of killing the baby. The Bar-Bar and to a lesser ...xtent the Club-Club were her babies in a real emotional way.“Erin, you know Lynn loves you and is sorry for thinking that she couldn’t trust you. Right?”Erin sat there fuming.“ERIN!” I raised my voice. “Right?” I said softly.“Right.” She answered in a very quiet voice.“What? I don’t think Lynn or I could hear you.”“Right!” She said in a normal. Consider it, if you will, as an important and integral part of the rehearsal process.”“No, impossible, it’s our twentieth wedding anniversary in two weeks’ time and I’ve already got a surprise planned for the evening. Sorry Aud, I couldn’t possibly cheat on Libby, no matter what. If it is a problem for you, I’ll happily step down and let the understudy take the part.”“I’m very disappointed, Henry. You know I think you are a hunk who I’ve lusted after for years. Have you really never thought of. He repeated the stroke a few seconds later, and again, and yet again.As he observed the slight twitching of her hips Robbie smiled to himself and continued his stroking, being sure to probe just at the top of her split, noting the beginnings of throbbing in the bud of her clit. Gradually, Trey's hips now began a more pronounced response, raising her pelvis a fraction to follow the tip of his finger. He carefully pulled his finger slightly away, so he was barely grazing the crease. His grin. He reached down and rubbed my clit, making sure not to touch Aaron in any way. I started moving my hips to his rhythm, I was enjoying his finger rubbing my nub when I felt Aaron getting firmer and firmer. My movement was making him hard again. I grabbed Brent's balls and sucked them while stroking his cock. "Fuck, don't do that," Brent said and pulled away. Too late, he spewed cum all over my tits. Aaron was pumping into me again, his cum and my juices lubing his movement in my tight pussy. I.