“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “Things are always flying a mile a minute with me. I’m Angela -- Angela Wentworth,” I offered, discretely pus...ing a business card across the table. It matched up with the magnetic sign on the door of my RV: “SILVER STARS TALENT AGENCY -- Angela Wentworth, Owner -- Talent Scout and Agent”. Old-style rolls of film and a camera on a tripod comprised the background image. Eight bucks for a box of five hundred cards and boom - instant credibility in whatever field of. The threesome had leisurely fucked their way to a shattering triple orgasm.Jennifer had spent the evening ‘filing’ in the ‘Office’ for Mr. Timmons. If anything, her outfit, while secretarially professional, was even more abbreviated than her aunt’s had been. She now knew why her aunt had serviced the man; his cock belied his size. As large as her ex-lover Bobby, he had taken her five times, and caused her to orgasm at least twice as often as that. The leather chair, the desktop, the office. It didnt take me long to realized he was the kind of guy that got whatever he set his cap for. With a saucy wink Billy Bob then handed me an open beer. As we sat and talked before Id finished my beer it seemed like Id known him forever. We sat there drinking beer for the better part of an hour talking about the old flicks we had seen. Then he got off telling me about his favorite character in the silent films. I was surprised when he told me it was Tarzan. He scared the hell out of me when he. I was right, my virgin book worm roommate was in one of the study rooms but she was a million miles away. I knocked and she waved me in. I apologized profusely and she graciously said there was no reason to. She did, however, hope I would answer some questions she had. Anything I said. She wanted to know what the smell was in the room. Marijuana I told her and I promised I’d never smoke it again in our room. She surprised me when she said she’d like to try it someday. No problem was my.