I was thankful that the days of film were over, because I was snapping more pictures than I could count as the action continued to evolve. Anita start...d to help position Tina’s legs for different poses. When she tried to hold Tina’s butt in a position for a picture, I had an idea. I asked Anita to roll up her sleeves so they wouldn’t be in the picture. Since I was saying it in English, I also started to tug up on her sleeves a little to get my point across. She started to slide them up her. We sat on her couch and discussed every topic imaginable for the next several hours while we sipped the wine. We were compatible politically and in our literary tastes. Books were important to both of us. We had several favorite science fiction and mystery authors and books in common and she was very articulate and interested in discussing them, as I was. How many of my recent acquaintances knew Agatha Christie from Dorothy Sayers and knew their characters names and traits? How many could. As my finger slid in, Becca moaned and squeezed my cock.When I stood back up, I noticed that Babs was now naked as well and was playing with Becca’s cute little ass. Babs whispered again into her ear and again Becca nodded yes. Taking the young woman’s hand, Babs led her to our bedroom and followed close behind. Once in the room, Babs told me to lie down on the bed, so I did. Without any further whispering or instructions, Becca climbed on the bed between my legs and began licking my cock up. ‘See ye Saturday!’ With a wave she was gone, riding down the lift to the forest floor and the path to her home. ‘Damn, there goes a fine girl. Oh well, hope she comes tae me next gig.’ He sighed. Then his stomach began to remind him of all the abuse that he’d most recently put it through. Quickly rushing to the side of the platform, he hurled the contents of his gizzard downward off the edge. Flat on his belly, he heaved and heaved, regretting having imbibed so much. Below, the Priest of.