I have only the weekend. I have to be back on post Sunday evening.”“Let me make you an offer,” she said. “If you hang out here another hour, y...u can stay at my apartment the whole weekend. And I’ll show you Montreal during the day. I’ll still have to dance each night but I can guarantee you a good time.”“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse,” I agreed.About 20 minutes after her last dance, she came out of the dressing room wearing jeans and a t-shirt.I greeted her saying, “You seem to have. The boy in the threesome covered the backside of one of his ladies with his seed. The girl in the restaurant booth started yelling that she was cumming. The woman at her pussy joined her as the man behind her groaned out his orgasm, and then he pulled out, grabbed himself and sprayed his semen on her pussy and belly as he slapped his organ against her belly and thigh. “A.I., I’ll take both Sandy and her daughter,” he bellowed.“And Cut!” The director hopped off of his stool. “Ok, clean everyone. The cool breeze felt good on her freshly bathed skin. She set the sleep timer on the television for half an hour, and climbed between crisp cotton sheets to doze off to the voices of Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. She'd seen "African Queen" many times, and could visualize most of what was going on with her eyes closed.The light from the screen flickered silvered fingers over her exposed shoulders. She slid easily into the moorings of sleep, the voices of Katherine and Humphrey growing. Would you like something to drink, Larry? Emma? Coffee? Tea? A beer or something?” Amber asked politely.“A beer would be great. Thanks, Ballerina,” Larry answered using the pet name that he had for my sister. He’d been calling her that ever since she had said that she wanted to be one when she was five.“A tea would be wonderful, my dear,” Emma said with a motherly smile.“Okay, Tiger. I’m sorry that I’m so much trouble for you. I love you so much!” CC whispered into my ear as she hugged me.