This was a major break for Olivia, a 19 year old dancer and singer who had only appeared in amateur productions before.Olivia was so nervous about her...lines; not the script but the stripped. Her figure might be called wispy if one were being polite, scrawny if being cruel. Either way, Olivia was esteem-deprived and self-conscious about how she would look in that famous scene at the end of Act II when the entire cast appears at the front of the stage apron totally naked, arms extended out and up. “Yeah, I agree,” she said, “We should just stay home and make love all day!”“Is that what you want to do today?” I asked her.“Yes, that would make me really happy,” she said, “We could take turns making each other cum.”“Okay, that sounds like fun,” I said, knowing full-well that nothing would make me happier either. Kari’s body was flawless and her skin looked like that of a 12-year old. 69ing with her was the best. Nothing beat having her sweet pussy right in my face and my tongue, only. I waited for him to reach me. There was a change in atmosphere as a sense of peacefulness fell over the two of us, alone in the water. No more splashing, no more laughing uncontrollably, no more panting, all I could hear was the gentle ripple of the water as he waded gently toward me. He continued to get closer until he had nowhere left to swim. This stunning hunk of a man was in touching distance. I glanced down at his submerged body beneath the rippling water. He was still wearing his. I am not going to piss my life away," he replied calmly. "And you are starting to sound like my fucking mother."Lydia exhaled sharply and put her hand on his arm. "I am only saying this because I care, Ezra. I just want you to be happy, and out of trouble."Ezra sucked in and she leaned over to put her head on his shoulder. "OK. I'll stay out of trouble." You will stop dealing?" Ezra snorted and Lydia looked at him expectantly. "Ezra?" I don't do very much, don't worry about me."Lydia stopped.