"Thomas thought that actually, most guys wouldn't care. He certainlynever did. But he made little moans of pleasure and wiggled his ass, andeven raise... it off the bed a bit, humping Stacy's slender finger. It didactually feel good, even after she slipped in another finger, andfinally a third. By this time Stacy had Thomas's top off, and had himraise his ass higher. With her free hand she played with his breasts,being careful not to squeeze too hard because she said she knew how sorethey could. Of course the area was deserted, not even an attendant, so I looked and got braver by the minute as I edged closer to the door leading into the foyer.Suddenly and unexpectantly I pulled the door open and there I was, standing in the dark plush interior, and with an act of bravado I walked towards the ticket booth, manned by an old lady, probably hitting close to sixty years old.I tried to look older than I was, keeping a stern face and hoping she, like the guy earlier on, would think I was a. It made my mind wander with the allure from his scent. I hear the tap of his attaché case as he sets it on the floor behind me and off to his side. Suddenly, I feel his arm slowly reach around my waist and give me a slight tug backwards and I can feel his body press up against my back. I gasped for a second but never say a word. Against my ass I can feel the stiffness of his cock as it rises beneath his pants. It is getting harder and longer, longer and harder. It feels like a steel rod. I may wake up and find I that I won the lottery. Same odds.I put some Irish whisky in my coffee, BECAUSE IT’S IRELAND SOME WHERE.I WONDER WHY WE ARE SO OBSESSED WITH FINDING LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS WHEN IT IS DIFFICULT TO FIND HERE.I hate it when I gain 10 lbs. for a role and the realize I am not a actress.if your cup is half full you probably need a different bra.Some things are better left unsaid, which I generally realize after I have said them.I don’t know which is longer a microwave minute.