I kissed down to her breasts taking her nipple in my mouth. My hand cupped her pussy, finding her wet. I worked my finger into her; slowly fucking her...while massaging her clitoris with my palm. She begged me to make her cum. I carried her to the bed and fell between her legs, my face buried in her pussy. I ate her until she screamed out her orgasm and flooded my face with her cum.She loved the fantasy telling me that she had made herself cum with her fingers while reading it. But she thought it. Once the social hourended and dinner was served we were pretty much just on stand-by answering questions and doing a lot of smiling. These partiesgenerally lasted 3-4 hours and after the dinner was finished we could lay low during the dancing and just wait until the affair ended when we made sure the oftentimes inebriated people got their coats and vehicles while we wished them a good evening. This reunion party was being held in the banquet hall of a hotel and many of the guests had arranged. Kneeling, with his elbows on the rug, with Matt's face between his legs, his anus was burning under the ministrations of the vibrator. Knowing that he was close, Matt took his cock in hand. Giving it a few swift strokes he pulled the tool out of his ass and rubbed it back and forth on his balls, while aiming the cock at his open mouth. That was all it took for Eddie who came hard, cum spurting out his cock and covering Matt's tongue and lips. Matt moved his head up and slurped every last drop. I don’t remember which I wrote to, but I said that I loved this movie and really loved the actor in it. About a month later I was checking again to see if my letter was in there. They told me his name, other projects he had done and then there was an address to write him at.I tore out the page and went up to my room on the third floor of the house and started to craft a fan letter. This was not the first fan letter I did, but it turned out to be the only one I got a reply from.Dear, Bradley, My.