The crèche had come to her small town and had made itself available to her as a goal she could still attain in her life. And here it was. It was stil... here, and in a few moments it would be hers. Her eyes sought the Baby Jesus. Yes, the same one, its paint perhaps even more luminous than her mother’s figurine. New, probably unhandled by human touch. Emily involuntarily reached out, wanting to touch the small figure in the manger, even though she knew it was behind glass. Her hand instead. Depressed her beyond words.To begin with it hadn't been so bad. In fact, the first time she went there in answer to the ad for girls with acting experience the atmosphere of corruption and decadence, even evil, which pervaded the office and the enormous loft upstairs where most of the films were shot had perversely excited her. She had had it up to here with the neat orderly life at home in Maryland, her constantly complaining father and her sister June's prudish domineering ways, so she. “Oh, yeah. Oh, HELL, yeah.” Then a brain cell turns on and a cold shower washes clean through me, “Are you crazy? These are my parents! I just finished telling them what a nice girl you are. Now you show up looking like the whore of Babylon.”Her face quiets – but to my shock, it doesn’t fall. “I think they’ll understand. Aren’t you going to introduce us?”“Uh, okay.” She’s usually only that confident when she’s playing a game, when she knows all the rules and how to play her advantage. I. At that very moment, I wanted to give my son a pleasure that those k**s could only dream of.But if I was trying to convince myself that I was doing this strictly for my son’s pleasure, the raging fire burning in my cunt would beg to differ. I could feel the sticky wetness spreading on my inner-thighs as my pussy leaked its natural lubricant. As I slowly pumped my mouth up and down my on son’s beautiful cock, and caressed his balls with one hand, my other hand found its way between my legs and.