“I don’t know when it started. It’s something which has happened more and more as we have spent time together. Whether it be when you hammered y...ur way through our door to join us for breakfast or dinner. Or when we just finished a run through the fields to chase the farmer’s animals.” I moved my hand from her cheek, and placed it on my chest, above my heart. “Every day you have spent with me. I have felt something building in my chest. I don’t know how to explain it. Some kind of pressure,. I needed her. It felt like I wanted to own her, mine, only mine. We became very slippery, my erection weeping precum.I didn’t want to cum like this. I wanted to fill Amelia, thrust into her, take her. With a knee, I eased one of her legs aside. Amelia moved her other and I settled between them, the tip of my erection kissing her pussy. She brought her knees up, cradling my hips, and smiled knowingly, recognizing my desire and enjoying it. Pressing forward, I was rewarded with the feel of soft. ‘Are you sure sir? She seems pretty upset.’ ‘I know Maria, it’s my fault. Please tell her I asked nicely.’ Most of the lights were turned off now. I sat on the darkened set for nearly twenty minutes waiting for Karen. Eventually she tiptoed back onto the set and sat beside me. I could tell she had been crying, her eyes looking reddened even in the gloom of the studio. ‘Why the drama queen scene sweetheart?’ I asked her quietly. ‘I’ll always listen to your concerns or ideas if you come to me,. He scooted up until his head was resting comfortably on his pillow. She then crawled up beside him and dangled her tits in his face.Robert Morgan grabbed Marsha by the shoulders and pulled her down to him. He surrounded the medium sized nipple with his lips and licked hungrily at its rubbery tip."Oh, Mr. Morgan," Marsha sighed. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel."Robert pulled his mouth away from Marsha's savory breast long enough to tell her, "Robert. It's Robert. Or Bob. Mister.