She called the guy over and said yes we would be filmed. A second camera was brought out to be hand held and they told us just to be natural and forg...t they were there. We sat on the sofa kissing and caressing and I slowly removed her top leaving her large breasts cupped in her bra. I caressed them and then freed them from her bra. I could see the cameraman with the handheld camera move to get a closer view of her nipples. She then told me to stand up and she pulled my jeans down and my rock. “Tell me about these space guys and their girlfriends. How old do you think they were and did they communicate with you?”“Well what I guess were the guys looked kinda lookiin’ like you ‘n me but kinda different. And them girlfriends were all young lookin’ but they was tellin’ me somethin’ about how they was gettin’ younger instead of older. They weren’t talking like us but kind of in my head talkin’. Them girls were somethin’ else, sweet young things, real purty too. A guy could get busted with. A Thanksgiving present, kinda." ... OK," I said, slowly. "We?"Long pause. Finally, I gave in, as she just sort of stared me down like a self-satisfied housecat. "Ok. What did you have in mind?"She regained her animation, and I realized she'd been uncertain of victory in that silent debate we'd just had, although it had seemed foreordained, to me."Hmm, like a nice baby-doll thing. But here's the thing ... you have to pretend you're, like, her boyfriend ... they'd think you were, like, extremely. But strangely instead of making loud noise about what I did, she just held my hands and looked at me.Then she spoke softly at me “What where you doing with your hand!”. Though softly spoken, she still had that authoritative tone in her voice. I didn’t reply and kept my head hung. I tried to take out my hand. But she forcefully held on to it. “Where you holding me like this” saying that she squeezed her boob with my palm. The sudden soft impact of her boobs on my palm made me forget everything.