Lubing it up too. It'll need lube.' As if to consciously substantiate my accrued sexual wisdom, the smooth tube slid into her wet pussy with barely a ...int of friction. 'Mmm, yeah. Okay, babe. You know best.' The two cocks - the hot, vibrant fleshy and the cold, unforgiving vitreous - now rested against their allotted orifices. For once, I gave the orders. 'Keep still, baby. Dead still. I'll do the fucking. We don't want any,' in they both went, side by side, in one swift and fluid motion,. Our female lead was Portia Parsons. Don’t blame me, blame her parents. Anyway, Portia was a good actress, gay like me but totally not my type nor I hers. She was terribly prissy and dull which is unusual in this profession.“Faye, why are you so juvenile? Can’t you ever behave?” Well, no actually. I mean, isn’t acting simply juvenile. Oh, I know the luvvies will tell you it’s serious and blah blah but it’s kids, dressing up and making asses of themselves for, sometimes anyway, money. Marvellous.. But his body was perfect. And he had gone to the effort to dress very nicely, made up, heels and some jewelry. This boy was into his role. His large soft cock and hanging balls were shaved smooth and lightly oiled. I hugged him, caressed his cock, and he responded with a thickening. I caressed his ass and he moaned. I was hard and just dropped my pants, turned him over and pushed against his boy pussy. Yep, lubed up. He resisted for a minute to feel the tightness, I guess, and then relaxed like. Rebecca’s hips involuntarily rise, and her body groans as her head rolls back. Already she wants to buck against the heel of his hand. Then abruptly, Fred pulls his hand away and folds his arms across his chest.“What are you doing?” Rebecca asks, totally unsure what the man has in store for her. “You’re not leaving me hanging are you?”“If you’re hungry for more, then have a piece of fruit,” he laughs, pointing to a banana bunch on his desk.She is heated, miffed at her boss for getting her all.