Now the breezes from the window had found it and blew softly across it as if trying to excite her even further with her own moisture., she wished her ...ould return. Then, as if in answer to her thought, a door opened. Light from beyond the door washed into the room. She turned to look but the person’s face was still in shadow. Was it him? Who was it? She could not tell for sure. The figure moved and the door closed and the darkness chased the light from the room once again. She strained to see. Finally we allowed a manic orgasm to wash over us like a tsunami.We lay there breathing hard, wasted. My cock as still hard though and she said "Dirty bastard, I love that". She laughed. "I chose well tonight " she said. I laughed - I thought it was that had chosen !We got in the 69 position on the rug and went at it. My face was soppping from her cunt juice and residues of my own cum, now mingled with hers. As I was licking her, she suddenly started to release a trickle of pee. I wasn't. She shut and locked the door behind us and we got into bed. She pulled the comforter over us and urged me on top of her. Our bodies were extremely warm and slick with perspiration. We kissed, and I lodged my dick against her labia. She was already wet, so I pushed forward slowly, entering her inch by inch until I was fully embedded in her volcanic depths.Kara pulled the comforter over our heads and we began to move against each other, the intense heat of our bodies trapped by the thick bed. "Are you alright?"Busy turned to see a young dark-haired man in a blue sweatshirt and jeans addressing her. Cute guy, she said to herself, and at once felt under-dressed in her casual black blouse and slacks. She had seen the man walking around the set that day, talking to the older Williamson. Josh had told Busy the man was a budding screenwriter seeking advice from a master. Until now, he had not approached any of the stars."I'm fine," Busy told him, blinking. "Just watching them film."The.