Or you wouldn't have called." I didn't call. I emailed you." Same thing." If I had called, I might have caught you while you and 'Lupe' were doing the...Big Nasty. Who's Lupe? Last time we talked, it was Jill."Deshona smiled mysteriously. "You're the one who got me into this," she murmured, her eyelids growing heavier as they both succumbed to the sensuality beating in their blood. "And now you want to know every detail of my sex life away from you?" Yes," Laura breathed, brushing her lips. I wasn't sure where they were shooting so I called Michael. He told me they were shooting just west of Cuchillo. I followed his directions and we arrived about thirty minutes later.The production's security guard stopped me as I drove up to the gate."May I help you?" he asked."Hi, I'm John Kegler. I'm here to see Michael Rooker and Mike Stevens." I'm sorry sir but the set is closed. The director is not allowing any visitors."Luckily Michael drove up in a jeep at that moment. He talked to the. “My house. I kinda got carried away.”“Wow, cool! You must’ve spent a fortune an all of this, it’s really good art.”“Nope, spent very little on the ink, I did most of it myself,” she yawned.Stacey sat up, excited. “Wow! Vicky! You really must be a Navy Seal or something. You are soooo tattooing me! I want a pin-up girl, like this one, right…”“EASY, MORNING PERSON. Maybe in like, four years or so, when your not an adorable, morning person anymore.” She rolls over, pulling a pillow over. I picked up my clothes and went to the river. Washing off feeling the cold water rush past me. I opened my eyes and saw my husband. Walking towards him I stripped off his clothes. “I know what you did for me and I thank you.” I took his hand and brought him into the river placing him against a rock. Kissing him softly passionately. Straddling him in the water. As I nibbled his neck, biting hard. His hands cupped my ass as our tounges twirled like snakes. His hands gribbing me as he entered I.