" Montgomery Clift. Many more one would think remaining in their closets. You're an actor, act straight if you have to."They talked movies, mostly Hol...ywood, particularly Douglas Sirk and "Written on the Wind," which had been the starting point being such a campy movie and starring Rock Hudson. Joseph was surprised when Jordan told him about his love of Godard and Truffaut and the French New Wave, which led the conversation to the American film noir of the forties and fifties, a topic Jordan. She felt no fear she was nearly overwhelmed with desire as she hovered above the god of the sea, her lips wet and hungry for penetration her heart beating fast. Looking upward he gazed at her for a moment admiring what he saw, and then slowly Medusa began to descend on his face. He lapped at her like a dog would at water on a hot day licking her mound lasciviously for a time. Gradually Medusa lay back and was now suspended parallel to the floor at head height to Poseidon’s face; her wet mound. I kept reading his questions, trying as best I could to answer one handed and very distracted! My imagination was at a fever pitch to match my hand on my cock. In minutes I was squirting hot cum all over myself and finally leaned back in my chair. The chat screen was still on the screen. I told Trevor I would do whatever he wanted to accommodate his guests, excused myself and signed off. I licked the cum off my hand and my lap, pulled off my nightgown and headed for the shower. Saturday. Through the crowd, past people’s heads, Holly saw someone else. She was dressed like Holly, in white and red, the proper colors for the festival. She was dressed in white and her skin and hair were dark enough that the white clothes actually suited her. On her those clothes looked right. On Holly they just looked like a costume. Holly stared. She looked at the way the other woman was standing, patient, brave, waiting calmly, for all the world like someone about to start a marathon or waiting in.