"Great, thanks for doing that," I told him."I have questions, though, is that okay?" Greg asked."Yes, ask me anything at all," I said.For the next hou..., Greg quizzed me. They started slow and easy, and then they got more explicit and direct. Including: What position I like? Can I get an erection? Do I like men or women better?I answered every question he had wholly and honestly. It was a great bonding experience. We were both incredibly turned on as well. Greg asked if he could see me in my. Mandy then surprised him by taking a seat on his lap facing him; he now had access to both breasts and her firm backside that was covered by silky shorts. As he ran his hands over her tight butt he became aware of the heat from her pussy against his groin.She stopped kissing him long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. Mandy then planted soft kisses and licks on his bare flesh. She only stopped kissing and licking long enough to pull her t-shirt off. She ran her hands over her bra cups. Mr. Pitt (OK, Brad, I'm not calling anyone younger than me "Mr.") had written a book on fly fishing in the wake of "A River Runs Through It," and we'd met a couple years before. I got up the nerve to call him and he agreed to fly in on his way to New York for a book-signing event. After we'd finished for the day I suggested stopping at a bar for a few drinks. He demurred, in keeping with his desire not to be mobbed and maintain some semblance of privacy. So we (Brad, me and his bodyguard. I knew she loved me, she wanted me, and I knew I was scared of losing my dearest friend. And I confessed to her, too, all of that and how I just didn't know where to go with all of these emotions. She was so kind and gentle with me and listened and held me and let me sleep a deep, long, resting sleep. It didn't seem to matter that we were naked; it just made me feel closer.And now it was two nights later and I'd decided what to do."Lyssa?" I asked, and she looked up from her rummaging through.