Wait, I got it, Marcella Devereax. Course we'll still call you Marcy." Hmmmmm, Marcy Devereax, yeah I like it." Then Marcy Devereax it is. All credits...are done post production so I'll add the tag in the credits of the film we just finished, "and introducing Marcella Devereax". How does that sound?" Great. Gee this is all happening so fast." Gotta move fast in this business kid." What about this new movie?" Tell you what. How about I drop over this evening, you can sign the contract and I'll. You continued to make the most casual of conversation. With your arms folded under your breasts like that, somehow or other, your thumb started to move, almost unnoticeably, across your nipple. I got hard as soon as that nipple did. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your breast. No one else could see that my knuckles began to replace the stimulation of your thumb. You smiled and leaned forward. She would never look up from her e-reader while she was seated. That is, till the day I got on the bus, spotted her seated and reading, and stood with my crotch directly in front of her face. Her eyes darted up from the e-reader; she stared at my crotch, and just as quickly darted her eyes back to the e-reader. “What are you reading?” I asked her with a smile. She looked up at me and pretended to be surprised as she replied, “Hey, good morning. I’m a bit late today, and was sure I had missed. ..dark brownish pink and he would swear they are made of pure sugar. He gazes into her eyes as he sinks his teeth into his own lip.....pounding her with determination.......hard, fiery strokes plunging deep inside her womanhood....his balls slamming against her ass.............sweat dripping down his face and chest onto her tummy and running through her cleavage......mixing with her own and rolling from her breasts to the back of her neck, her skin glistening like sunlight on the ocean..