Oh, yes, that wonderful feeling again as my dick slid inside her. I reached up under her and held her breasts as I pumped in and out of her. Oh, this ...as so good. As I was fucking her, she started moving around, making her pussy circle as I went in and out. "Like that, Stan?" she asked smiling back at me. "I love it, this is so good. Doing that just adds something to it." "Mmm, yes, oh, you feel so good in me. Do you like fucking me, Stan? Are you happy?" "I love it and, yes, I've never been. I want to know if you will take care of my wife." What? What do you mean?" I asked incredulously."I want to know if you will take my wife to bed and screw her good. She really needs it and I don't know of anybody I'd rather ask than you." Clay, are you kidding me? There is nothing I'd rather do but... but, man, think of our friendship. I don't want to destroy that!" Actually, Gene, you wouldn't. You would be pouring it in concrete if you would help her." Holy mackerel, man! What... what does. ”“Alison, I’ve known you for three years. I can’t imagine you not being able to do anything you put your mind to.”“I could say the same about both you and Paul,” she replied.“What if I told you I wanted you to sleep with us?”“I’d probably put you off for a bit.”“Why?”“Honestly? Because you frighten me. You two are so in love and so intense with each other. If I intruded on that and damaged your relationship, I don’t think I could live with myself.”“That’s sweet.”“It is,” I agreed as I stepped. Also, Emma found out, her mother was very interested in her. ‘Why’s that?’ she wondered. ‘I suppose because I tell her about you,’ said Maisie. ‘She knows you’re an important person on the set and she wonders why you take so much interest in me.’ ‘I just don’t want to see you come to any harm going home from work.’ But Emma was aware that other people at Harlot TVhad commented on Emma’s friendship with the girl. What it was, she wasn’t sure, but she spent rather a lot of time thinking about.