Thosewriters think their own way is the truth and wanted to make the showtheir way and ignore my life."She looked sad and explained, "I was on 'Tickle...Your Funny Bone'. Iused to have different hair and I wore contacts. I look different now,it's why none of you ever noticed me being on that show. They had noidea that I have lived her until the writers told them that I livedhere."Finally she blurted out, "Ava is starring with me in the show. Otherkids are starring to, my brother was going to have. You continue to stroke. Little moans escape your lips, hips moving a bit more frantically. I reach over and trace my finger down the line of pre-cum, to the base of your now throbbing cock. My mouth slowly encircles the head. God you taste so fucking good. I lick and suck just the head, I don’t want to disturb your stroking. More moans, I reach down and cup your balls, testing their weight, squeezing just a little. My hair tickles your side and you squirm a bit so I pull it behind. She was squeezing her tits and looking up at me."Open wide and put out your tongue." I ordered. Her perfect pink licking muscle protruded from her lips and I could see the back of her throat where my dick had just been. I could hold back no more. I ejaculated into her mouth and all over her tongue. She threw her head back in surprise and before she could close her mouth my second load landed between her eyes, onto her nose and it too went into her mouth.She gulped both loads down then proceeded. She didn’t look like a “Heather”. She looked more like an “Edith” or a “Hyacinth” and should have been wearing dreadful all white granny knickers and not a pair of naughty French things that made most males form a terrible erection needing prompt attention without delay.It was the librarian with her contacts on the outside that filled Marcie in on the fact that it was her boss, Mister Honeywell that had caused her to be incarcerated. Apparently, his scheming wife had gotten wind of his.