There is a seat open next to me and you come and sit down and ask me how I am doing. I tell you I am fine and ask how you have been and what is new wi...h you. We sit and talk and make jokes and steal quick glances at one another looking at each other’s eyes as we do. People are sitting around us and telling jokes and stories and you hear one that is funny and bust up laughing, and then make some comments about it. I look at you and you give me this devilish smile. You ask me if I have written. Dean had found out a new show was about to start filming near the hotel and involve quite a few B listed celebrities, he thought one of his dreams would come true, watching a show like this being actually filmed. But his boss Mr. Jackson had other ideas and put him to work virtually none stop, from when he walked in through the door till it was time to clock off. Dean was so shattered from the work, he just didn't have the energy to go and watch the film crew or see who the celebrities were.. Maybe just trying to be more comfy I figured.After a few minutes of idle chat about work and the weather sports scores and whatnot.She told me about her chat with my wife last nite. So what do you want me to do or not do now that you know all about she and I? She told me I am perfectly fine with anything you and your wife do and like and being just a guest I have no problem at all.We will be descrete I assured her and. She started kissing and biting all over my neck and earlobe. My breath quickened, and her lips, tongue, and teeth were adding to the ecstasy that I was already feeling. My hands found my way to her young teenage breasts, firm mounds that seemed to defy gravity. Her B-cups filled my palms nicely; they left a little extra to spill over. I rhythmically squeezed her flesh and strummed her eraser sized nubs, which caused her to suck harder on my neck and make mewling sounds.“Amber, my love ... no.