The beautiful expressions upon each of our faces could be witnessed by the other. That deep hunger, that lust that was so expressive upon our faces a...d in our eyes that shone through. We both needed to cum, we both wanted to please our partners.Leaning forward, I pounced upon one of her heaving wet breasts. Shoving it inside my mouth, where my lips clasped around the shapely mound upon her chest. Sucking on it, using my tongue to caress and play with her hardened nipple inside as it scraped. What did surprise me was seeing Deborra-Lee Furness, Hugh's wife of almost ten years, there as well.She was sitting there in just her underwear and she must have registered my surprise because she said, "Well Justin, just what did you expect? I was on the set for both films when Hugh had sex with..." Deb," interrupted a laughing Drew Barrymore, "we never had sex and you know it. WE FUCKED!!!" Oh all right, you fucked." She turned back to me as I found my way to my chair after undressing down to. No offense, you're one greatfuck!" she said.She broke away, cum dripping from her, which she invited me to lickaway."See, I didn't bite you too hard," she said, pointing to the mark on myshoulder. I felt for it and thought it strange - it felt more painfulthan that." Well, you need some rest. I'm still hungry, but I'll cope. You are onefine fuck, I hope to do it again one day, hopefully very soon. And nexttime will be better still, I promise!" she said, getting dressed. I toogot dressed and. When she was done she sighed tearfully. I grabbed the far side of her face and drew her eyes to mine. “Your afraid that I’ll not be happy with your performance,” I paraphrased to check my understanding. “Yes,” she replied simply. I took some time to organize my thoughts and then dived into my response. “Well, first of all, we do not have to DO anything today. Not that I don’t have my hopes up, but I would understand if you just wanted to be held or to just talk. Secondly, if we do sleep.