Rehearsals went like a dream. The cast were all lovely people, the director (Sir...) was a genius and every day was a joy. I had a 'cough and a spit r...le', barely noticeable but I got my own costume and shared a dressing room with two actors who'd just been filming in Canada with a big film director. The stories were great fun to listen to, and for a young green actor, life couldn't be better. On a tour, each theatre you visit will, after the first night, hold a drinks reception for the cast. We jogged along at an easy pace, chatting and I was really enjoying my teachers company. I glanced over toward her now and then as we talked, and every now and then she would be looking at me also. She asked me if I wanted to pick up the pace on the last lap, and I said sure. I let her set the pace and kept stride for stride right along beside her. The chatting stopped now as we pushed ourselves to a good running pace. What seemed like only a few minutes later, we were back at the entrance to. And inthe cups, there were tits. Not big ones by any means, but the materialof the swimsuit had pushed my fat together in such a way as to createcleavage. Topping off the image was my hair.I had been wearing my hair around shoulder-length for a few years now. It disguised some of the fat around my neck, in my eyes. As I had beenliving rough for a few days now, it was a little unkempt, but it alsohad sun-bleached blonde streaks running through it. A few more inchesof hair, a lot of makeup,. She held it between herthumb and finger and begin to lick the underside of my cock. I leanedback and closed my eyes. This was so incredible. I thought about somedaydressing up for Jena - maybe being her French maid or sexy slut - whileshe licked me. This was like fantasizing about crossdressing andmasturbating, but with someone doing it for me.Then I started to get hard."There we go," she said.Soon my three-quarters of inch soft cock hardened to close to fourinches. Jena began sucking on it and.