I vaguely hear a moan but unsure if it was me or her. She continues her stroking moving a little faster with the same pressure causing my hips to buc... in reflex hoping for more contact. Bolder still, I release the heavenly man made tit and search for the heat between her legs, finding it enticingly hot, wet, and open. Sliding one finger in the velvet cocoon I hear her breath catch. Her reaction was to grip my cock harder and stroke faster. I plunge another digit in and out of her hot cunt. We could all see juices flowing from her lovely pussy. "You make me so wet!" Tough!"Hmm ... Such sympathy for the plight of a poor woman.Jean went up to see Jill while I worked on the dinner. The liver was looking good, and I found all the makings of a very good salad. I started on that. The liver, made with a lot of gravy and onions, smelled really nice. Oh, yeah ... I found a loaf of fresh Italian bread and made garlic bread.To my surprise, when Jean came down she put out wine glasses for. That had never happened before. She had her hands in her lap and had been looking at them or something because she looked up as I came into the room. I had no idea what to say to her. I had stopped when I saw her, and we just looked at each other for what seemed like a long time.She finally spoke. "You okay?"I was astonished. She was worried about me?"Yes!" I said, a little too eagerly, most likely. "Are you okay?" I don't know," she said.My heart sank."I'm sorry," I said."What for?" Her face. ” She jokes as she passes us.We cut to inside our studio as Asha enters – speeding up the last few steps as she approaches the real Charley Ozvik, seeming very excited to meet the host of her favourite tv show.Charley is wearing a tighter-than-tight white t-shirt with no bra underneath and we can barely look away from the outline of the little gold bar piercings through each of her nipples. Her jeans are just as tight.“Hi there, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be...”“Asha ... I’m Asha ....