Eyes shut she does not want to have to witness anything, does not have the embarrassment of seeing her daughter watching as she remembers her own burg...oning sexual curiosity at her daughter's age. So she sucks, and keeps her eyes closed. Her own excitement was close to peaking, she had always loved sucking cock, and this big black cock was huge!Her tongue twirled lapping up the leaking juices. Her hands stroke its length and caressed its thickness.Suddenly she sensed the close presence of her. They carried along with them four passengers.The moviestar and socialite, Valerie Ames Scott, a ravishing redhead with shoulder length hair as soft as silk. She had made her career through the infamous casting couch, but her movies did extremely well. She did have the talent, both on the screen and off. Though the studios tried to keep it under wraps, her promiscuity always made the headlines of the supermarket rag magazines.Sitting next to her was the multi-billionaire, Mark Wilson. He made. He cooed softly against my mouth, my hands rising to cup his face, as his hand slipped inside my loose shirt, caressing my skin as he felt the thin, silky material of my bra. He moved his lips from mine, kissing gently across my jawbone, down my neck as his touch moved inside my bra, touching my hard nipple as I — ‘Fran? FRAN, are you THERE?’ I snapped back to reality quickly, my eye blurring for a second as I remembered where I was. ‘Just coming!’ I called, sitting up, and taking a deep. Enter the unpractised voyeur.I climbed the stairs towards my room, and along the short landing that had a window facing the living room. To my delight and amazement, I spotted the three girls, Suzie, Linda and Zoe in their PJs, watching what looked like a lesbian porn movie. Wow!Feeling rather flustered, I continued to my room, dumped my bag and wondered what to do next. OK, I guess there wouldn’t be a story if I’d started work on my essay, but it was touch-and-go.Creeping back to the window.