Becky's involvement with the play became so intense that she seldom wanted to talk about anything else. The one exception was me. She was very possess...ve and protective of our relationship. Sometimes I wondered if she trusted me to be away from her and I was sure that was the reason she had engineered my participation in the play. I loved the attention she gave me and would go out of my way to assure her that she had nothing to worry about.It was common knowledge that we were together and most. I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside of the crown of my dick while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls through the material. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Jessica slid my shorts down. I still couldn't believe that this was happening but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands over her shoulders that I so admired. I reached below her chin to start undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her. She. And I saw the hungry gleam in his eyes when he pushed his quite obviouslyrigid manhood against me. The thought that I was able to turn a maturemanly man like him on so much gave me an intense thrill that melted mylast doubts completely, and when his lips came down on mine, I eagerlyopened my mouth to let his thick muscular tongue slip in.Amazingly, my fantasy was actually happening and it was every bit asexciting as I'd imagined it would be. Mr. Blenkinsop was so very mucholder and the fact. “Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris,.