"Hello, Kelly", he said, " You look nice!" He looked at me and grinned. "Evening, Ben!"Kelly affected surprise. "Oh it's you, Carl. I didn't recognise...you with your clothes on!" She stood up, still smiling at her own joke. The dress length was halfway up her thigh. As she moved the halter neck revealed in a most tantalising way the sides of her breasts. "Well, how do I look?" she asked us both.I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and the hem of her. I love being loved, I suppose. Yes, I did love him, Edgar, and in a way, I always will ... but, and for some reason I want to tell you something that I have never, ever told anyone ... Brad never loved me, never.”“Because he loved himself too much?” I managed to suggest.“Yes, you are right, I guess he did. He was selfish. I guess we actors, we are all narcissistic creatures, cravin’ recognition, adoration ... love.”“From what I understand, both of you are loved by millions.”“Not much. Charlotte andI were pretty much inseparable after our first dance.We caught up on each other’s lives, Charlotte had beenmarried three times, divorced the last two years. Nochildren. Her life pretty much revolted aroundmodeling. I brought up her English accent, somethingI’d always been curious about but too shy to askabout. Charlotte told me her family came fromManchester. Soon they dimmed the lights and put on alove song.This time Charlotte pulled me out onto the dancefloor; not. .yes..you own my pussy...It is your pussy now....all yours! Fuck your pussy....please keep on fucking it."I just kept on pounding away. I looked down, and watched my big black cock sliding in and out of that married white pussy. It was so tight that it looked like her cunt lips were trying to suck me off every time I pulled back out. She just kept crying and moaning. I drove my cock into her again and again with all my might, pounding that pussy for all I could. All of the sudden she went.