This is the story of how I gave my heart, soul and cherry to an actor I loved.When I was 15 my father was watching a movie. The name doesn’t matter ...nd I don’t want to say who the actor was. I will call him Bradley, or Brad for short.He was a wonderful actor and the movie he was in would turn out to be a cult classic in later years. I didn’t know his name so in those days you could write to any of the TV guides and ask questions. Living in Toronto, we had the Sun and the Star. Both also had TV. “Things like grapes and cheese, maybe some strawberries.” He pulled up to the traffic light just before the turn into the grocery store parking lot, turned to her and said, “So, you are planning on spending the rest of the weekend in bed?” “I plan on spending the rest of the weekend with you. Just you and me. I realized tonight at the party that I have spent too little time alone with you. We’ve been too involved in business and spent much too little time concentrating on how much we love each. “That is, if it’s OK with your parents.” “Well…well..sure! I don’t have anything going, anyway! I’d be happy to!” I replied. “Why don’t you stop by tomorrow. And I’ll show you exactly what I need. OK?” she said as she turned, stared at my tented crotch, and smiled. I immediately headed for my bedroom, grabbing a box marked ‘baseball cards’ from under the bed. Opening the box, I pulled out a dog eared copy of an old skin mag. I had found. Flipped it open to photo of a young, large breasted girl,. Her back was to Travis and he grabbed her and had no problem lifting the girl up and down on his cock, her juicy tits bouncing about as she fucked him. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, hungrily nursed at Antsy's tit. Antsy was too drunk, too overcome with lust, to care that a woman was sucking at her tit. We reached the hotel room before Travis could cum, and Antsy pulled up her pants and raced to the motel room, her tits exposed and bouncing as she ran. Travis followed, leaving me to pay for.