"This is Steve Colt, head of security, how can I help you?" Hi Steve, my name is Dean Simonds and I run Shooting Stars Talent Agency. Your firm came h...ghly recommended to me by many stars, including your wife Bridget. I was wondering if you could help me out by providing security for some of my talent. I'm open of course to negotiation on fees," I said into the phone."Ahh, the infamous Dean Simonds who almost ate a bullet a few weeks back," Steve said jokingly into the phone. "I'm sorry to hear. ” I was sure my pleasure was over. As I rose up off her I felt her moving about and then she said, “Well, take yours off too.” My unexpressed question was, take what off? But then I realized the only thing I had on was my undershorts which I quickly removed. The cool night air hit the moisture on my dick. I felt of it and gave it a quick stroke. At that point she grasped me and pulled me down on her. Again we began to kiss with her tongue probing my mouth. I felt my dick pressing. Maybe I should tell you a little more about me, and part of why I came down here on vacation. I haven't done anything wrong, but I probably haven't always been very smart, either. I almost feel like I'm going to confession and I'm not one of those who goes to mass, but I think inside my head I'm also a Catholic, and it's going to be a real problem for Howard. I'm divorced, which he knows and I don't know how he feels about that."For the next couple of hours Gail told Atwood about her parents. We all just stayed in our places and reveled in the pleasure, nonetheless. Regardless of what Joe thought exactly, I still desired to keep London sucking on my dick. I could only thoroughly believe that I did, in fact, have a crush on her. I was sure she was right that she definitely had the 'MILF' factor working for her. With that beyond sexy eye contact too, she had a royal flush, so to speak, to make me love her like no one else it seemed. Although, she still managed to break through my.