We call ourselves the silver surfers. And this is one of our stories.Ian M., LondonI suppose you've heard about the "casting couch." There was a time,...at least so legend has it, when young lovelies slept their way into good parts by paying court to directors' or producers' naughty bits.It's not like that anymore, more's the pity. If you even glance at a young actress's legs she'll have you up on charges faster than you can say Cherie Blair.Makes me a bit nostalgic for the old days, which is odd. She moaned for a little longer and squeezed my head between her legs, and told me she just came. Now my cock was hard as a rock. She told me to fuck her. "I don't have a condom" but she was on birth control, and told me not to use one. So she spread her legs, I got in position. Her pussy looked amazing. Her skin so fair and soft. Her pussy wet and pink. Seeing my cock next to it was so arousing. I took my cock and placed the tip on her clit. I slowly slid the tip in. Her pussy was very tight.. .. said she loved me too."Sandra noticed how Frederik lowered his eyes; her heart broke when she saw the disappointed look on his face."Are you mad?" Sandra asked him timidly."No, not really mad, but..." Frederik sighed. "What does this mean for us?"Sandra moved a little closer to him, so they were slightly touching, and answered, "I think I forgot to mention one other thing. Even when I love her, I love you too!"This made Frederik look up at her again. "Well, I love you too, if you hadn't. Roxanne didn't move.He scurried around the passenger side and saw she had passed out on herfeet. He got the car open and wrestled her into the seat while trying tokeep his skirt from riding up. At last he waved to Alice still watchingfrom her doorway and got into the car.Once they arrived at the house, Bob thought briefly of letting Roxannesleep in the car until she woke herself up but decided he couldn't dothat. With great effort he managed to get her into the house and droppedher onto the.