"Jen, I think you had better take Susan back to your room, and if she wants she can stay the night." Susan turned her face to him, amazed that he was ...eing so tolerant. Her face flushed when she realized that he was basically inviting the two girls to continue having sex together. Still rather shaky, she got to her feet. She gave him a weak grin and kissed him on the cheek, and stepped over to stand beside Jennifer. Susan whispered, "So is Jen not going to get smacked then?"He grinned. "She. I needed to close my legs. I couldn’t. These very powerful hands were once again searching my body, this time going down to my thighs and lifting my dress. I could feel the cool air hitting my bare, hairless, and very wet little pussy. I felt his hands firmly start massaging my ass, but when I started to squirm, I felt a very hard slap across my ass. I tried to hold still. No one had said a word.He quickly pulled the dress up over my head. I don’t think the dress had even hit the floor before. He motioned me over to the table to get one for me and as I did I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking over I saw Ron come in and following him was new wife Cyndi and I knew our twosome had just gotten bigger. Ron and Cyndi were told to get their drinks and Ron went over to the chair next to the desk while Walt told me and Cyndi to stay up. Walt turned of some music and ordered Cyndi and me to dance for him and Ron. After a few minutes of this and some drinking, I was beginning to. " Ok, I've seen that in the scripts. Ok, so far, so good. So where do you think you're going wrong?" Gene, after the scene number, my parenthetical scene-setting covers two and a half pages!I'm on page three and I haven't had anyone say a damned word yet! See why I'm freaking out? It's this damned descriptive style of mine. All the other scripts are about 90 percent dialogue and 10 percent descriptive. I'm bass-ackwards." I think I understand, ' Gene said. "I've been doing a little research of.