His lips were so soft over mine, and my other set of lips were dripping wet.He broke the kiss and said, "So, it looks like I have some competition. Lo...erboy pretty much professed his love for you. But he won't love you as much as I do."With that, he lifted me onto my desk so that I was laying down. He was standing in between my open legs. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than they normally are."You do look sexy, baby. Your brown hair, your petite frame, your green eyes, and these tits all. "It makes me feel really sexy." You're sexy anyway," I said and returned her kisses. "Can I see if I can get some more fingers in?" Yes," she replied, "Oh fuck yes please, put your whole fist in Sandy, do it darling fist me, fist my fucking hot cunt."Still, with my fingers pushing at the entrance to her pussy, she got onto the balls of her feet, her arms wrapped around my neck and her mouth nibbling at my ear."Talk to me Sandy." she hissed, "Talk dirty to me, make me be your little cunt. She gave me a sly look and asked with a knowing smile, “There are rumors that your on-screen romance with Simon was a lot more than that. That the pair of you are lovers in real life, and he has asked you to marry him.”Christ, this was way off the agreed script, and I flashed her a brief angry look, before composing myself. A couple of million viewers saw me admit to her that Simon and I were close friends, but I insisted that was all it was, that the unfortunate rumors of our engagement were. I wouldn't wear a bra the whole week, I'd get at least half my butt tanned and that I have to concentrate on the fact that I am a desirable woman to my husband and to a great many other men as well and then act in a manner that bolsters that belief. A tall order. But I promised.The night before, we had picked out what I would wear on the trip down. Well, Roy picked out what I would wear on the trip down. It had already been decided that bras were out, so we set aside a nice pair of hiphugger.