Leaning against the arched entranceway just inside the front door. I walk up to you and am just about to speak when you throw your arms around my neck...and kiss me full on the lips. I act a little shocked as you release me. I look at you questioningly as you start to speak."Senior, I have been watching you for days and can't stop thinking about you. I just had to find a way to see you alone." So," I reply, "Now you have my undivided attention, what can I do for you."Just a two-word reply escapes. “He got himself arrested at last, I hear – something to do with framing another man? I suppose you know about his earlier activities.”“No,” she replied. “He never told me anything about his jobs.”“I’ve felt guilty ever since about not telling you what he was like.”“I don’t think I’d have listened then, Ian. I would have thought it was jealousy,” said Susan with a forgiving smile and a hug, which turned into a kiss that went on for a while.“Why do girls fall so easily for the bad boys?” Ian. ”Charley says nothing, just flashes a knowing smile, reaches out and pulls the door open to wave Cate through... Cate walks onto our little bedroom set, and looks a little surprised by the number of cameras, microphones and lights that are pointed at the bed. “Wow ... It doesn’t look this ‘busy’ on the videos...” She exclaims.Standing on the set, in the middle of all these cameras, being shot for half a dozen angles, she begins to unzip her skirt and wriggles in off to reveal black elasticated. She felt her tiny pucker being stretched by no less than three digits in a way that approximated the thickness of an average man’s hardness. It was a delight and made her slit brim over with her juices that lubricated the entry of almost the entire other hand sliding up inside like some declaration of ownership without benefit of words of seduction or some simple “I do” in a meaningless ceremony.It didn’t really take very long for Marcie to fall into her familiar cycle of orgasm. She did her.