A kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stir...ed me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I. This is what he wants the man to know: his gratitude. He backs off.“Show me” his wife says.He does, then, purposefully, he swallows some, but not all. Something slimy, something real. Over his tongue, down his throat, swallowed. The taste. It tastes like sex, it tastes nasty, it tastes intoxicating. And it lingers, it sc****s the back of the throat, gently, but persistently. There's still one more man, and then himself. “Honey, kiss me.”There's a moment. She doesn't react right away. Does she. Sorry for the language Mum.’ ‘That’s OK darling. Why is he giving you the shits?’ ‘Well……’ he hesitated. ‘you’re not supposed to know this, but he some how managed to get you removed as a trustee of our trust and he made me trustee instead.’ ‘What the…!!!!!!!’ she exclaimed, steam almost coming from her ears. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘I didn’t think it was that important. But..,,’ ‘Marcus. It’s important!’ ‘Yes I know now, But now…now….he’s asking me every second day to sign papers so he can. "Damn it! We've wasted a whole fucking day trying to shoot this one fucking scene,” said the director, his face red with fury. When one of the set crew snickered, he scowled at her coldly. She tried unsuccessfully to hide behind her clipboard."You two are supposed to be lovers, but you act like you are scared to touch each other. You two better have your shit together tomorrow or, so help me, I am going to recast both roles and start with somebody that can act!" "That’s a wrap for today!" he.