" ' ... in the right company'?" she echoed. "That's funny. Hah. No one wants to get naked in bad company," she observed, with unexpected, wry maturity...-- but still studying her lap.I laughed out loud. "That's an excellent way to put it, Lissa. You're pretty damn smart, yourself."She actually blushed, under her latte-tone skin. Flattery will get you everywhere. Lissa stretched out a leg, straightening a knee, as if to study her toenails or something, but she sat at an angle to me such that. Ronnie pressed his face to her shoulder, his lips pressing tight. He looked at her. How could he be mad at a face like that. She was such a quiet woman and so unaware of the affect she had on men.He had met her at a seminar, he had been one of many who had tried to talk to her. It was that hair, so perfectly done up, those pouty pink lips, the exotic blue eyes that looked through you, that perfect body, her breasts obviously large, straining against her jacket. She was slender, with flairing. The same couldn't be said for Riley; Jenny was getting to him before the afternoon was over with, and the scenes kept getting more passionate. "If Jenny were anyone else, I might not be taking her home tonight," Blake thought."O.K., cut," the director called finally. "What's a wrap for today."If Riley thought that he didn't quite want to quit yet, he wasn't given much choice. He soon found himself being supported by thin air as Jenny swung out of bed. "You think you shot this damn scene. That Megan Fox sure is a foxy looking piece of ass. I’d love to wrap my tongue around her pussy and suck on those gorgeous looking tits!” She said not so quietly.Her comment had the desired effect, drawing attention to her. “Okay, we’ll see Harry Potter. I like that series too,” he mentioned.As they moved slowly in the long lineup, he stood behind Abby. Dan placed his hands on her hips, pressing his cock to the small of her back. She’d look up at him, smile, and give him a quick kiss. She could.