”Marty Graham, our contact at NBC, and the assistant to the producer of the TV show The Circle, called one evening. She got Bob, but asked, “Is Br...d there? I have a letter I need to read to him.”Bob got Brad on the line. It was one of the nights that he and Sandy were staying over at the house. Sandy was already cuddled up with Jim on one of the sofas after dinner.Marty read Brad the letter than she’d opened that day from the backlog of fan mail about the show.Dear Brad Ross, I hope this letter. "Eat me," was all she said."What?" Eat me." Are you sure, DeeDee?" EAT ME!" she screamed at him, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth. She also reached between her legs and pulled herself open, exposing the deep pink inside her to his eyes, before she settled on his mouth.All he could do was just what she wanted him to.Without any hesitation whatsoever, he stuck his tongue into her hole and began to lick her inner lips. He sucked her juices out of her and then licked her outter lips, returned. Seeing his shaft swelling, I felt a twitch in my cunt. I intentionally opened my legs wide, looking towards other side to give him a glimpse of my hot and throbbing treasure. "Would you like to sleep my baby girl"? He asked me. On my nod, he got up. I directed him to the mattress where he was supposed to sleep with me. I dropped myself at the edge of mattress on my belly, while he dropped on the other side. I pulled one leg up, bending it from the knee while lifting my round busty ass from one. He stretched and leaned back against the windshield pulling his coat close around him. Bored, he said, "You might as well get in the back of the truck and take a nap. There's no telling how long we'll have to wait for them." When did they say they would be here?" Debbie asked. She pulled at the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing. She couldn't stop wondering how Georgia had managed to live in fatigues for so many years. They weren't very complimentary to her figure. It was her personal opinion.