” I squeezed her hand.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 at the other side of the room. There was a knock at the door, and Daphne winked at me, before calling out: “Come in.”It was,. I had an emotional bond with Cynthia, but it was not deep sincere love on either side. For Cynthia it would be a test first, then a real reward. I could tell. If Cynthia had refused I would have sent her to Pammie’s room and declined Ernie’s generous offer for the overnight, contenting myself with play upon Abril’s body, and some repeated fucking with Zar as Abril watched. However, to show respect and appreciation, I would have honored his offer by accepted Belen’s company for just an hour or. I passed one of the sandwiches to Karen. "Thanks," she said, and then she gave me another big kiss on the lips.I sat there and ate the sandwich, painfully aware that everyone was looking at me with a huge grin on their face. When I was done, I again saw Karen with the predatory grin. Johnny said, "Well, don't mind us. Go back to your fun."With that Karen was on me again, continuing our heavy kissing. After a few minutes, we broke the kiss and went back to watching the soap opera. As we were. ."Growling, I reached up and pushed my hand down on the back of her head, shoving my teaching assistant's face down into the mattress. I didn't want to see her face, not right now. It would ruin the fantasy I was conjuring in my head, the visual that it was actually undergraduate coed Peyton Kent bent over before me on my bed and not the 23-year-old teaching assistant I'd been banging for nearly three years now.It wasn't that I was tired of Samantha. She was beautiful and sexy and only too.