“I think that went very well, but I think you two have something to tell us. What was that about Sir Donald being your intended? When did this happe...? Why weren’t we told? When exactly did you intend to tell us?”“Yes, when exactly did this occur?” asked Michael“Well, it was last night. When Donald had that fool on the floor, he told him that if he ever touched ‘his woman’ again he’d kill him. I asked him if I was his woman, he said I was if I’d have him. One of the other guests overheard and. So mostly, dirty, nasty and in my case real i****t porn. To be honest, at first fucking my mother and my sister filled me witch disgust. But after the first few times I began to enjoy it more and more. Now, we three, my mother, my sister and me, record nearly every day. Luckily we have enough ideas for scenes. But we came to our limits: Three characters weren’t enough personal to go on forever. It began to get repetitive, boring. Not for the actors, we had our blast, but for the viewers. The. .. no... I mean yes... I mean well of course but..." stumbled the man."Come on," urged Stacey, "You've got to do better than that if you want to win the girl." She shot him a wicked smile."Well obviously you look stunning," blurted the man. "I just don't know how a guy like me can talk to a girl... like you."Stacey was moved by this compliment and decided she felt like getting a naughty. Eyeing how the man's tight t-shirt was fighting to contain the bulging muscular frame of its owner, she. He felt something akin to revulsion at his previous actions. It was one of the reasons he was a more than a little reluctant to move his relationship with Jill right into bed.Jill’s breath gently caught in her chest. She felt her heart pounding hard and fast, like a Heidelberg press. Butterflies moved through her stomach in a whirlwind. She suddenly felt lightheaded. Warmth seemed to radiate through her body. And down between her legs, she felt herself getting hot- and wet. She was swimming in.