"It wasn't acting, Jo! It was just an outlet for what's inside of me right now and the camera just happened to be rolling, that's all. The best acting...is always the real live stuff, anyway! The best acting in the world is all around us, every fucking day, on the streets, in houses!" Tim spoke softly as the tears started to run down his cheeks."I agree with that," Jo said, taking hold of Tim's hand and holding it. "But it keeps going on. It doesn't stop for anything or anyone. Life is a stage.. I was still having a hard time coming to terms with my best friend trying to do that to me. I was hurt that Mark would throw it in my face like that. ‘Trying to leave you? I am leaving you! I know you got the divorce papers in the mail. It’s over Mark.’ His whole face changed and I realized too late that that was not the right thing to say at the moment. ‘You think it’s over April?’ I didn’t know what to say but figured sticking to my resolve was my best bet. ‘Yes, it’s over.’ He grabbed the. You shouldn't say things like that." Sorry. But they do. Bouncy bouncy. Big bouncy tits."He started jumping around holding onto his imaginary bouncing tits as if trying to keep them under control. I burst out laughing. God, he was a funny k**. Cheeky and naughty but funny."You've got really nice tits." He said when he finished his little dance."Um… Eric…" Better than Emma's." He bent over and whispered theatrically. "But don't tell Emma I said that."He laughed. His laughter was contagious. He. I remember as a teen going into the 'Gents' toilet in town and sitting in the cubical between the other two, taking my clothes off and sitting masturbating listening to the men come and go, the sound of their pissing telling me they had their cocks in their hands and that excited me to orgasm, as I played.One time, as luck would have it, a guy came into the cubical, sat down and began to jack off, making a lot of noise in the process. 'WTF', I said to myself, and moved my foot to the gap on the.