Morgan took that as a sign that Jason was ready for her to begin fucking him. Morgan began moving inside Jason's ass and instantly Jason began to moan...loudly. Morgan grabbed Jason's throat as she began slamming into him and made Jason shriek. "Mmm... Just SOOO deep inside you.... whose the slut with the inferior cock?" Morgan teased. Jason moaned loudly "FUCKING SHIT YOU FEEL SO BIG INSIDE MY ASS! I'M THE SISSY SLUT! I'M THE SISSY SLUT! FUCK MY MALE PRIDE RIGHT OUT OF ME AND MAKE ME INTO A. At five fifteen he arrived home, taking his jacket off him I showed him the forwarded letters. Reading them he gave a chuckle, " See I told you ! You are a real BBW star! " " But do you think they'd really pay to take pics of me? " I asked, slightly incredulously. " Well that's what they say! I tell you what, after tea I will ring up that Ted guy and see what he says, OK? " I nodded in reply and finished off making our evening meal. An hour later he was on the phone having an amiable chat with. This was a silent confirmation of what I had suspected all along. Her feelings transended "normal" motherly feelings, they were deeper and darker. I could not absolve myself of having similar feelings. We seemed to belong together. I traced patterns connecting the small constellation of freckles on her chest. She giggled softly. Her fingers opened several more buyyons of her top and pulled it aside so that one breast was now completely exposed to my amazed eyes. I leaned down and kissed the. I was there to perfect my craft and emerge the next Dame Judi. He was there to revolutionize technical design and theatre management. We both fell a bit short of our dreams, but we always joked that we weren't dead yet--so who knows what could still happen?That became our catch phrase. When I'd fuck up an audition and convince myself my career was over, he'd tell me, "Lucy! It's not over. Stop playing dead!"That was back when I was Lucy. I hated the name, but when I was just starting out it.