.” My mind blanked. I was at a complete loss for words.I walked off.After school Chris texted me. “I saw you talking to Alyssa at lunch. What did ...ou talk about?”“Call me,” I responded. It would be easier.Chris called right away. “So what did Alyssa say to you?”“She’s not my boyfriend.” It was the first words that popped out.“Did you think she was?”“Alyssa did say something to me when she left.”“What?”“She would love to do it again.”“What! Are you fucking serious?”“I know, right? So I call her. “You haven’t been reading my mind, I hope…” came the slightly timid and nervous reply.Stevie tilted her head slightly to one side and looked Emma straight in the eye.Emma shivered slightly, despite the comforting atmosphere in the kitchen, sensing that a direct shot from Stevie was imminent. She was not wrong.Stevie reached forward and took Emma’s hands. “Do you trust me?”Emma now saw the immediate future coming ever more clearly into focus. She nodded slightly and whispered: “Course I do,. It was a week into the shooting, and I was coming off the set. I was wearing a long frock of the era with all the period underpinnings. Stern insisted. Now, Dolly is as gay as a Morris Dancer’s wedding but never, ever fucks anyone she’s working with. That said, I reckon the clothing rule was a bit of a fetish. Right or wrong, I do know it was fucking hot; and I mean temperature-wise.I should perhaps mention here that Dolly had a couple of women she referred to as ‘support staff.’ I think you. “Can’t you just spend some time with your aunt?”“I, literally, can,” I replied calmly. “But…”My mom cut me short, “Go with her, she’s our guest.”To be honest, I can never go against whatever my mom says. I have a reason for that. Message me on FB: xmoker.wiz and I’d happily tell you the reason.I got ready to go along with her. She wore a black mini skirt, with a white shirt and above it a black coat. Her sexy legs were revealed and I really was attracted to her.I looked deep into her eyes, it.