I don’t think the lady noticed. A few days later, it was time to look at that Parade, parked up, and as I sometimes did, I opened my work trousers t... avoid wetting them when the girl made me spunk my pants. When I got to that centre spread, knobby was just pumping and pumping, so much cum welling up through my underpants that it stained Her pics, as the mag was sitting in my lap!Miss Debbie Jordan. One of the lovely big tit models of the 80s, who often posed with Miss Donna Ambrose. She was on. She said, a moment later, "Hey, Amanda, you're on speakerphone, can you please tell your husband it is okay for him to see my tits."I heard my wife respond, "Daryl do as she tells you." Seriously?" I asked, as Kara's nylon-clad feet returned to my narrow view."Yes, I made a bet," she said."About what?" I asked, in awe of this whole situation, even though I already knew what the bet was about."Just amuse her and prove me right," Amanda instructed firmly."You sure?" I asked, feeling I was being. “They haven’t decided on a title yet,” I explained.The screen went blank and after a few seconds, a deep almost sepulchral voice came from the speakers.“Space,” it began, “limitless, without borders. Without protection, until one man, with a vision united the planets. From that Union sprang forth the greatest force for good in the history of the universe, the space warriors.”As the last word died away the opening credits rolled. Of course everybody clapped when they saw my name, ‘Introducing. A spy movie with smuggling set in the surfer milieu. He wrote the screenplay and wants to produce and direct it.”Joe couldn’t help laughing. “Has he seen Point Break?”“What’s that?” Kali asked.“A surf movie with an FBI mole infiltrating a bunch of bank robbers.”“I don’t know. So it’s been done?”“Very successfully. But that might not be a bad thing. What language would it be in?”“He’s looking for funding from Hong Kong.”“So Chinese.”“I’ll ask him. Point Break?”“Yes.”“I’ll ask him.”They finished.