I'm an actress, sometimes." I picked up my little towel and worried it. "I mean, off Broadway, you know. Little things." Oh." He sounded vaguely disap...ointed by that and it almost made me angry."How about you?" I challenged him. "Who are you? When you're not a drunk, who are you?" You mean really?" The way he said it made me wonder if I truly did want to know. Like it was a secret. A secret of the most dangerous sort."Yeah," I said softly just to reassure myself, then to him. "Yeah, really. I. She pulled down her own knickers.She felt the hands between her legs.They felt her wetness.She was gently bent forwards. She felt a cock head brush the top of your thighs. Then nudge at her cunt lips. And slowly in…. A cock is unleashed right in front of her face. Her mouth gently kisses the head. She flicked her tongue around the edge of the head before taking as much as she could in her mouth. Another cock rubbed against her cheek. She swapped cocks. All the time she was being pumped steadily. Tammyand I knew we looked alike and even before I started hormones, peoplewould tell Tammy that she had a husband who had a girlish face andfigure.Tammy cooked that evening and I made myself scarce spending time in myroom that evening. I changed into my pajama's and decided to read a book. I must have dozedoff because I woke up and it was dark in the room. The book I had beenreading was still in my hand.I heard noises coming from the master bedroom and I remembered that Markwas with Tammy.I. I looked up, dazed.Andrea folded her arms across her chest making her boobs look more luscious and tasty."You need a lesson," she declared. Andrea placed the mug on the table and then turned back to me.I gulped, "I-I do," I asked, nervously. I backed away.Andrea nodded and winked at me. Naughty thoughts again stirring inside my mind and arousal was happening in my groin. No, no, no, not now, I thought angrily. She stood and stood right in front of me and looked down at my jeans. Her left hand.