She’d popped it open andpulled out one slim dark cigarette, lit it and brought it upslowly to set between her full lips. Her eyes finally met histhe..., steady over the glowing ember, but he’d madehimself look away. Kurt did triathlons. He didn’t dosmokers.Now he lay naked in darkness, silken rope wrappedround his wrists and ankles, a blindfold tight on his face.He lay on the floor of the ancient Parisian apartment andcould smell the layers, the generations, of smoke that hadsoaked into the. 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 seemed to fit. I was the wide-eyed innocent, blonde-blue-thin-pale-fragile, and it played well. I could play "Our Town" without breathing hard. I was brilliant as the ingenue.Nathan and I got married the day after graduation, and we moved into a tiny apartment --a third floor, non-air-. Her eyes were locked on his cock. Her mouth was watering it was getting hard again. He grabbed her knee and pulled her legs open. He had cum twice so far and he was good for another go. “Oh hell,” she said again. He had no intention of using protection. Tammy and her mother both missed their periods that month. They both were pregnant with babies that didn't look a thing like the supposed fathers. Tammy's parents would later get a divorce leaving Tammy to care for her brother. Tammy married her. "Your body is so big and beautiful." I managed to say to her as I grabbed her breasts with my left hand and kept my right hand on my dick. "Your body is sexy too" she said as rubbed her hands up and down my sides. We kissed even deeper as she rubbed the back of my head with one hand and the head of my dick with the other. "I'll admit, your dick is a lot bigger than I though it would be" she said as she stroked it. "How big is it?" 11 inches." I answered passionately. "How big are your tits" I.