”BUZZ“Just a minute, Claire. My phone is ringing.”“Charles. you have a smart-phone? When did this happen?” she said crossing her arms.“Jus... a minute, OK?” I asked.“This is Charles Newman, who is this?”“Hey, Loverboy ... it’s me Brian, you didn’t recognize my number?”“I am talking to you on my smartphone, that my mom bought me late last week, Brian. I haven’t put in any numbers yet, so I didn’t recognize your number. Sorry!”Claire was still glaring at me.“But I called your home phone, how did it. "The group's emerging from the dyke ghetto. That's all." I heard that your singer's been having sex on stage. Not just taking her clothes off, which I don't mind. I quite like a flash of tit, me. But actually like fucking doing it on stage. I've got a license to worry about, you know. This isn't fucking Soho." That's just crap, Phil. And you know it. It's just queer consciousness. Getting away from denying our sexuality. That kind of thing. There's not gonna be any sex on stage." I dunno.. “Good girl – just go with it – enjoy it – we are making a movie but some may be streamed live to high paying clients so get it right first go – ok?”“Ok – wow this is sooooo exciting – what will Kelly be doing?” “Well she is your jealous sister so with some help from her friends she wants to hurt you but don’t worry it will all be fake – just act it out – she wants to see you dead”I heard the word “dead” and my stomach turned while my cunt twitched with an instant orgasm. They were making a. After I had made love to both girls twice, and they had each made love to Mom twice, Polly and Carmen suddenly decided that they wanted to make love to each other. They rolled into each others arms and began to kiss and fuck, grinding their crotches together. Mom and I lay and watched them. We had out arms around each other, but apart from that we weren't doing anything in particular. The sight of Carmen and Polly making love though was highly arousing for both of us, and soon we were gently.