Walt made his way back to the living room, throwing his briefcase on the kitchen table and pulling off his tie as he went. He saw Colleen vacuuming wi...h her back to him, wearing a short sun dress and barefoot as she pushed the vacuum around the floor. As Walt stood at the doorway watching Colleen work, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and began stroking the shaft. He had been thinking about this on the drive home, so he was already semi-hard….anxious to finally get his prick inside. “Right,” she continued, “the situation we have is that this story has appeared, we need to spin it so it doesn’t look bad, either for us, or, more importantly for David and Charlie.”“Why do we need to spin it?” I asked, “Why not tell them the truth?”“Because they wouldn’t be bothered about the truth,” she replied, “truth doesn’t sell newspapers.”“So what do you propose?” I asked.“I think the way we should approach this is to spin it as an on-set romance between the two of you,” she began.“No!”. A sudden wisp of chilled air kisses the heat imitating from the whetted core of my body. I lick my lips as the delicate pad of my middle finger slides across the tip of my engorged clit. A long, soft moan reverberates from the depths of my throat. Pressing my finger down firmly, I trace the curve of my body until my finger slips inside. I gasp at the sudden intrusion. Sinking in deeper, my finger becomes sodden by the moisture of my eagerness to be pleased. My fingers gladly oblige. I slide my. We were just using our lips, but her lips were softer than anything that I have ever felt before. All I could remember from that moment was the taste of her tongue was so sweet, which made me wanting more of it, I think we made out for a good thirty minutes. We walked in because it was a little too cold for her from there we walked to the couch and sat and kissed some more and oh man we both of us started to moan like crazy. Both of our open mouths and tongues working in and out of each other’s.