I'd spend the time I wasn't shopping highlighting my script, andscribbling various ideas in the margins. I didn't know every line --Hell, I could bare...y remember the audition lines from last week -- butat least I knew when I was supposed to be speaking. I'd packed myscript, some pencils and a bottle of water in my new gym bag the nightbefore, like a good schoolgirl.I quickly dash into the ladies bathroom before the rehearsal and checkmy appearance. I look every inch a theatre brat: Hair tied. By 9.30 I was at her place to pick her up. I called her to tell the color,make and number of my car as she had not seen this one before.. My dad is into business and that’s the reason why I dont have a personal car that no one else can drive. We have a number of cars but somehow none that I can call my own. Anyway, I picked her up.She was wearing a low cut dress and looked really hot. I gave her a peck on the cheek and we started. She said before going to the party she’d like to go on a small. " He finger fucked her as she felt her cunt pulse. "Faster and harder. Add another finger and fuck harder." Her son then started to finger fuck her hard. He watched his mom's pussy quiver and cum run out."Now put your mouth on my pussy and lick me. Then suck my clit." Her son licked every inch of her pussy before he sucked her clit. "Yes, baby. Now put your tongue in my hole. Use it like you did with your finger." It was not long before he was tongue fucking her and she was cumming on his. Then, after a few seconds, your arm stopped moving. So, what were you thinking? And…doing with your hands under the table?’ she continued. ‘Oh, uh…’ ‘Come on…you can tell me…’ she whispered sexily, setting one hand on his left knee under the table. ‘Fine. I was thinking about YOU.’ he admitted, casting his eyes away from her. He was quickly all too aware of her hand touching his leg. ‘What…huh?!’ she exclaimed, squeezing his knee, then moving it up just a bit, and stroking his thigh with her.