So, I only wear it when I have to, to keep the peace... Hey, I got a virtual blouse the other day.'"Tried it out yet?' Mary asked."No. Hate to put it ...n unless I can show it off. Maybe wear it for Tim. No, he couldn't deal with that... I'll think of something.'"I'll bring one for you next time, ' Iris said, "you can try it here, see what you think.'"Okay, thanks. Let's wait 'til it's cloudy... How was your trip?'"Great. Sigrid's cousin, Kristin, is wonderful and beautiful. We had a ball and. He tried to stop me, as I started to unzip his jeans, but I moved closer to him, capturing his face between my breasts."Really?"You don't think I should see you?"After that?"With my bare breasts in your face?"His hand fell away. I continued unzipping.I slipped his jeans off.His briefs were covered in cum, more cum than I thought it possible for any one man to ejaculate at one time.I pulled his briefs off.God, his cock was impressive. Hard. Circumsized. At least 7.5 inches. Thick.I washed him. I hated waking up with a shower. Something about it just made me feel tired before I had even started the day. Marge and Jen were still talking and having a little red wine. I went upstairs to the guest room, where I was staying for the summer. I changed to just a towel, and went down the hall to the bathroom for my shower. Marge was on the main floor in the master bedroom. Jen would be staying in the bedroom next to mine, and sharing the bathroom with me. Not a problem. I was singing in the. Everything was going quite well. That was occurring more than anything. We all are accustomed to looking at who we are talking to, but in the theatre you can lose much volume and countenance by turning anywhere except out to the people watching. Think of a clock, facing the audience is six o’clock, facing people directly on stage is either three or nine o’clock. If you want to infer you were are talking/singing to, then four-thirty or seven-thirty is the best you can do!Blanche, playing Fantine.