She didn't resist but watched me intently as my hand generously fondled her stocking clad leg and finally, her smooth pale white skin above. I could f...el the heat from that smooth sexy skin, and even thought I felt moisture. Could it be the moisture from her sex? God I hoped so. What guy needs more proof that his actions are accepted positively than the juices from between a woman's legs?The hand that had been touching herself, and most probably me, clenched the arm of her chair but disengaged. A make up lady brisked Vicki away.“Fucking cold bitch isn’t she?” suggested Gerry the cameraman to Pienaar. “Bet her face is like her pussy, dry as a bone, these days ... what ... she’s 65 now... ?” he checked some notes. “Might have been a god shag in her day ... maybe””“That’s enough Gerry,” said Pienaar, knowing Gerry had a well known crudity about him and was renowned for what could be known as inappropriate actions. He did think on reflection that even these days as Gerry had so succinctly. I moved my hand a bit up and started massaging her boobs slowly, to my astonishment she didn’t wakes up. As I did not want to mess it I drove back to sleep that night. Days passed, the activity of just massaging her body lightly went further to kissing her lips and grabbing her thighs.It was all going okay until one night, where I was doing things as routine but the man wolf in me growled to take my cock out and so I did. I took it out as I had made ber sleep on her side with her back facing. Greg ordered the drinks while I was in the restroom. I drank about half of my drink when Greg said he was tired and wanted to go. I paid for the drinks and drove back. Once up in the room greg got into the shower, and I got my stuff ready for a shower. Greg got out and I stepped right into the shower with Greg still in the bathroom. I could fill Greg's eyes staring at me as I got into the shower. I was in the middle of rinsing my hair when I could fill the shower curtain open. I finished with.