I headed off to Art Materials.EMILYDr. Burns hadn't delayed me all that long, but I was worried about leaving John standing there outside the office. ... needn't have worried - he was delayed, too. We got together and went to look at the posted decisions. The news was good. It could have been better: we could have been allowed to use our costumes. But other than that, it was better than we had hoped. I especially liked the ban on RRs at the setup, rehearsal, and performance.Some, like Susan, were. I started to count to 60, by the time I reached 60, it didn't hurt as bad. I started to pull off of him, he grabbed my hips and held me still. He asked me to slow down as I pull off, maybe bounce a little as I pulled off so he could enjoy my virgin pussy. I started to rock a little as I started to take him out. As rock back just a tiny bit his cock hit my prostate and I don't know want came over me, I started rock more just tiny movements then I started pushing back a little harder on his. “Why don’t you have hair around your loins.”“Oh, well, I have it removed. Jen and I both keep smooth. We think it feels nicer when we make love.”“Does it hurt?”“Which, the waxing or the lovemaking?” I’m amazed by the naivety of the young woman before me.“The waxing, I know the other hurts.”“Honey, the waxing stings a little but you get used to it but making love should be pleasurable, not painful.”“Brian says I must take his staff when and where he says and that only a whore enjoys. Jones never knew." He watched us once...the last time before they moved," I told her."No way...he caught you?" Yeah...it's kind of funny though," I told her.*I was laying on the floor of the living room with Mrs. Jones riding my cock when he walked in. He stared at us and asked what the fuck is going on. "You don't want to fuck me anymore," Mrs. Jones said, "so I found someone who does." Derek!" he exclaimed, "he is just a fucking kid." Yes... but he is a good fucking boy," she answered, "now.