She told me that she thought I had grown into a good looking man. I told her about the times I spent with my cock in my hand thinking about what it wo...ld be like if I had the chance to be with her. I told her I imagined what it would be like when we kissed, what her breast would feel like and how her pussy would taste! You could cut the sexual tension with a knife! She told me so many amazing things but when she told me that she was a squirter I forgot everything she told me! It was time for. The heat and the noise were getting to Mark, too; he was overdressed in the flight jacket and the helmet, and somewhere inside him, he knew he'd better take a breather.It was quieter out on the sweeping porch of Commons, and cooler, too. He took off the helmet and the jacket, and sat on a log railing of the porch, his back up against a post to give him balance, while mentally he tried to sort out impressions. He'd never, ever been to a party like this, and he wasn't real sure he wanted to. “So, does that mean that I won’t be…you know” I asked.He turned to me and smiled. “Well, no, I need you for this new business baby” and I was confused.“Um, what is this new business?” I asked.“Movies baby. Lots of money in making movies and putting them online for subscription. I need you to be one of my contract actresses.”I was shocked. “Rick, you want me to do porn??? I can’t do porn! People will see my face!”“Baby, young guys with lots of disposable income will pay to see hot MILFs. That way, she wouldn't have to find someone, and I was pretty sure we would have some fun. She refused. All I can say is that I tried.The next week, Wendy caught me in chat again. She was gloating as she asked how bad the party was.I gave her a crestfallen look, and admitted it had been awful. I explained that I had agreed to help a friend out, but we couldn't find what we were looking for, and in the end, I let her down. I did point out that I still managed to have a little fun.I think that.