“I was a bloody assassin in the film.” “And very good you were too, everyone says so.” “Am I destined to be a murderer for the rest of my ca...eer?” “Look, this is big budget, class and it’s already funded by the BBC and a Yankee consortium. It’ll sell all over the world and you’ll cop a wonderful fee, plus repeats, and so shall I! And, don’t forget, you get to wear the lawyer’s robes and wig. You’ll be a global gay icon.” I snorted derisively but Flick was on her way and nothing would divert. Suddenly she was behind the dumpster, looking into Courtney’s face for the last time. Amy could not go to her next class. She ran all the way home, no small feat given that it was nearly a mile from the university. She burst into the apartment, where Suzanne was just about to go out. She rushed passed her astonished roommate and threw up in the kitchen sink. Suzanne ran to the kitchen to comfort her. For the first time in two years Suzanne missed a class, as she spent hours cradling her. Once we got into their huge suite, the wife poured us some champagne and suggested we all take a hot shower together. The shower was massive. Six people could have easily fit. It had multiple shower heads and jets and sprays. It was like a car wash. The three of us stripped and popped into the shower. The husband and I lathered up her amazing body and she was more than happy to stand there and feel our four hands caress every inch of her body. Then she dropped to her knees and took turns. He said that is how much confidence that I have in Nancy. Amy said, your on!!!!!. Nancy said "Amy you will do what comes natural.Nancy laughed, I will not have do a thing. She gave over and started undressing me. I was down to my boxers. She undressed and stood next to me. She was a knock out but nothing was happening. I had never seen a pussy with no hair, just lovely pink lips.Okay Amy, said Nancy-take off your clothes and sit on the edge of the couch. Without hesitation, my wife.