The next morning I returned the favor and changed my clothes in front of him. I remember how we just talked like everything was totally normal as I ...ulled my sweatshirt and sweatpants off my body and stood there in the tent naked in front of him. I was in no rush to hide my body and I remember feeling so amazingly comfortable and close to him at that moment. I remember how he pointed out a small birthmark on my thigh not too far from my pussy and told me how cool he thought it looked. I. I could see Mrs. Jones staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to face Mrs. Jones and began to walk directly towards her. I could tell that she sensed something was going to happen as she began to fidget her hair with her long supple fingers. As I approached I had not for one second shifted my eyes from her. She, on the other hand quickly looked away as soon as she noticed my staring at her. She blushed and asked me if I needed anything. "Yes ma'am, I seem to be out of water. "I put my hands on her shoulders and push her back to lie across the futon. Her feet were still on the floor and her legs were slightly parted. I leaned over her, took her face in my hands and kissed her again. Our lips and tongues were more active in this kiss. Lisa was moaning when I moved off her lips and started kissing her all over her face. I also moved my hands down to massage her shoulders before moving down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so there was only her thin t-shirt. The fact that I wrote plays. That I could feature him in them. He wanted to do it on his own.”“He told you that?”“Most profusely.”“But Moe got him those ad gigs.”“An opportunity he couldn’t ignore. He wanted that. Even appreciated it. Even when it led to local gigs, he actually appreciated hers went national. But let me get back to my reasoning.”“Go ahead. Wait. If he avoided being in your plays...”“I think he agreed for two reasons. I was creating a piece not only specifically designed for.