Does that sound impossible? That's what artists do all the time, or, as my mom put it:That's what artists DO..."All this performance sex with Al was s...arting to drive me nuts. I wanted to stop acting, and just be in the fuck, whatever, but, if you're like me, it's not just a matter of words. There's a whole lot of changing sets, costumes and moving furniture for me for that to be simple.I hadn't been too involved with sex with Al, in a way, though a fly on the wall, if asked, would have said. She said me please don’t do this i am like your sister and i said i also think the same before seeing you nude day before yesterday in your room but now i wanted to fuck you badly. Then i take some oil and rub it on her pussy and some on my dick and put it on her pussy lips and started rubbing. She was getting hot but saying the same thing don’t do this. I then started pushing my penis but it was very tight i apply more force and tip of my penis go inside her. Blood come out and she started. Her arms went around my neck drawing my face to hers to receive a full-on tongue filled passionate kiss. I hugged her close with my hands slipping down to grasp her firm ass cheeks."Mona ... Mona ... can't you wait until we at least get home?" Lori asked with a huge smile.Mona just ignored the question as the kiss continued and a hand slipped down between us to grab at my aroused cock which was struggling within the confines of my shorts.Eventually she broke the kiss with a big sigh "Well .... How cute and how boringly standard.I found the address easy enough and barely needed the GPS. Oh, it was a neat place and fancy garden, with its white picket fence. I rang the doorbell. Waited. I rang the doorbell again. Waited. I frickin gave up and rapped my knuckles across the door loudly. Shit it was open. It just swung back.I had one of those you moments. I’m paid the minimum wage plus a bonus for speedy max deliveries. I didn’t have time to traipse through their place to the frickin.