"... And you're... stalking me... ?" He raised his eyebrows."Do you object... ?" she countered."Hell no!" he assured her. "I just wanted to know the g...ound rules..."He reached out to the remaining buttons, still fastened, of her dress and dexterously undid them, liberating the full, round orbs of her satin-smooth breasts to his gaze and touch. He cupped them in his hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and rolling the hardening nipples between his fingers.Gayle came. Neither let the person not within their group suspect the fact that they knew each other. Peter was shown his dressing room and he told them he would begin to study his lines.It was a tiny lie. He had helped Michael practice for the role. He knew most of the play already. What he needed to do was make contact with the others here. So he was in the hallway when Barbara burst from her dressing room door crying. She barreled right into him. Startled and falling, Peter reached over, missed. So, I slipped on my tiniest thong swimsuit and heels and headed for the hot tub on the patio. Now, if you're paying attention, you noticed that I put on high heels. So, it was obvious that I was hoping to be seen and since our son's two college friends were staying with us, well, I knew what I was doing. There had been a message on the phone that his friends were a bit buzzed and were coming home, so would we leave the front door unlocked for them as our son had met someone and would not be. As I have already suggested to you - I would have done it for zero remuneration. I was going to live out my second life here. A slut. Even a posh one like me is still a slut.What I didn’t expect was there was a middle-aged well dressed and maternal looking lady waiting for me with Francesco and Pablo. She was introduced to me as Aurora. She was going to make me up and clothe me. When I saw the dress it was black with white lace trimmings, long with a low bust that would expose a lot of bare.