For the novice, the hardest thing about acting is forgetting who youare, ignoring that you're someone pretending to be something else,and feeling the ...ole. Lots of actors never get there, never lose theawareness of who they are and what they're doing. I have to admitmyself that I only reach that point rarely, usually only with afantastic part and under an expert director. When it happens, it'ssublime. It just doesn't happen very often. In this particular case,there were additional motivations. “It is no problem,” said Suki, discussing all this for the first time. “For Emma to give up her room to a guest shows respect. If we tell my mother that she moved into Bob’s room to give my mother a place to stay, she will feel honored.”“So I can still sleep with him while she’s here?”“My mother will not think that is unusual,” said Suki. “Just don’t let her know you are having sex.” She covered her mouth with both hands and then removed them, grinning. Bob was so preoccupied that he missed her. "Didn't they try to find you after they regrouped?" Michelle asked logically.Rick was a little surprised at her insightful reasoning. "Sure." Rick amiably told her. "The survivors looked behind every tree and turned over every rock and log for miles around. We'd known we'd be surrounded immediately. Hell, the bridge was only about twenty miles from Hanoi so they were all around us like hornets! The brass let me plan the whole thing so I stole from the Viet-Cong's own tactics. Usually, we'd hit. Exhaling straight onto her pussy, I waited to the count of three.One...Two...Three...She didn't say 'stop'. So I stuck out my tongue and swiped it along Gwen's slit from base to clit. She shuddered, shivered, and moaned.And then I fucked the shit out of her."Unnnghhh..." Gwen groaned, her eyebrows furrowing. She lay on her side, right cheek pressed into the mattress, an obvious dark spot of wetness radiating out from her mouth where she'd been drooling for the past ten minutes. Her dirty-.