Settle for peeping up a few skirts at rehearsals, a bit of slap and tickle at cast parties. Or actually woo the crumpets with dinner and. Bloody hell,...that's a bother. But one does what one must. I resigned myself to it. Well, actually, what I resigned myself to was not getting any. I am, I must admit, a bit of a fuddy-duddy. Not to say a namby-pamby. It isn't that I don't want a bit of the all right, it's that I had rather hoped my bit would sort of come with the job. But, sadly, my willy got. " That's OK Ernie, just try and listen to what she's telling you, she's pretty cut up about not letting you know that her mum was screwing around on you." I knew anyway Tony, I just didn't want to bring it to a head, she did that for me anyway. I will talk to her though and put her mind at rest."The meal over and Jess was proudly showing everyone the new paint job on HER room,"Tony helped a bit but Dom and me did most of the work as Tony had to cook tea. We bought a nice bit of carpet and chose. Sara had excused herself and gone to the bathroom to wash the dry cum from her face and while she was gone, Harry got out of her dead husband's clothes. He had to admit to himself, it felt kind of creepy wearing a dead man's things and then banging his widow. But, a piece of ass was a piece of ass and Sara was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. She emerged from the bathroom in a diaphanous gown that highlighted her most prominent assets, her breasts, beautifully. The. “That was fantastic, baby,” Sara said as she took hold of my dick again. “It sure was, baby. I love you so much and you sure know how to tease and please,” I replied as I stroked her tits. “So, do you really want me to spend one whole night a week in Pat’s bed, naked with him, baby?” Sara asked, “Making love and doing all the things that we said.” I looked in her eyes and I knew that she would do it if I wanted her to. “Would you like that baby?” I asked, “Would you do that if I wanted you to?”.