When I am in arm’s reach, you lean forward and take my breasts within your hands, rubbing your thumbs over my nipples. I bite back a moan, but my bo...y responds, my nipples hardening beneath your touch and my knees going weak as I feel my body dampening in expectation of what’s to come. As my eyes flutter closed, they fly right open again as I feel your hot moist mouth closing over my left nipple and I watch in fascination as you suckle from me as if it were your lifeline. Your tongue teases and. " Well, I know how girls do it, how do guys do it?" You planning on doing it to a guy? Is that it?" No! Geez, I just wondered, is all." Oh, well, um, you know his dick, uh, penis, gets bigger and harder and he puts his fingers around it, like around this pencil, then moves it up and down like this. I mean it's bigger than this pencil but you get the idea." Yeah, I hope it's bigger than that pencil, duh. Then stuff squirts out, right?" Oh, does it. In spurts, blop, blop, blop, and it feels real. "I reached for you and you weren't there."I shut off the burner and turned to her. Seeing the sadness in her eyes and the drawn look on her face, I tried to hide my alarm. Laura studied my face, her lips quivering. Her slight body trembled in my arms; I felt wetness on my cheek."I'm crying because I'm so happy you're home," she said to explain the tears.Laura excused herself to get dressed. When she returned her face was still pale but dry. She was wearing shorts and a sleeveless blouse, both. Jill looked at me when she said, ‘No, not at all.’ I could see the apology in her eyes. I gave a slight nod, enough for her to see but not enough to call attention. Greg, the other actor, was talking animatedly about the night’s performance. It was apparent that Jill and I wanted to talk about what had happened in the dressing room but that would have to wait. We managed to have a good time anyway, though our thoughts were elsewhere. After that one drink, Jill and I left. Greg decided to stay,.