So, no, I’m not going to give up on you. I never will. Keep fucking me with that thing, and I’ll stick by you, love. Always.” I squeezed her han....As we reached the stage door, I added, “But what are we going to do about the Frenchman?”A mischievous grin crossed Daphne’s face. “Funny you should ask that. I think I have an idea…" ~Fifteen minutes later, we were both in Daphne’s dressing-room, and both clad in nothing but dressing gowns – Daphne sitting on her couch, me standing against the wall. "Stuff it up my cunt and get it greasy. You're killing meeeee!"Her entire body shook like a plate of jello. She felt his cock stop bludgeoning her asshole to move forward a few inches. He stroked along her sex gash. Her fuck oil oozed from deep inside and greased her snatch. He smiled broadly as he hunched up and down between her cunt lips. The juicy cradle held his prick nicely, but he wanted more and he was in the position to take it."Now, chick, now I'm gonna fuck that tight ass of yours. My. Immediately Ada jumped in. ‘It was nothing, they just spent a little time together.’ ‘I know Silvia is your daughter, but she and Uncle Miles were up to something. There were phone calls and whispered conversations that ended when anyone came in the room. That just screams conspiracy,’ Louise said. ‘I’m sure it was just not wanting the crew to know they were sleeping together,’ Ada said. ‘Did Silvia visit you Uncle at the home you shared,’ Peter asked. ‘Who did you say you were with?’ Ada. " hesitating, smiling, shaking her head. "And what?" I asked. "Oh God," she said, "I can't believe I'm telling you this." "And what?" I asked again, not knowing what to expect. "Oh well, you asked for it," she groaned. "I came on his finger in the back of the taxi on the way back to his place, we both came in the taxi actually. He came in my hand. I left my thong there, on the floor in the taxi." She laughed, blushing now. "When we got out of the taxi, he asked the driver how much it was, the.