"Can you keep a secret?" she whispered, as she pressed her smooth skin against my rougher hide."Sure, I guess, but only if you wish me to," I agreed."...'m fertile. You could have knocked me up, and Felix and Bacchus missed their best chance, as they were focused on my ass today. It was just their mood, not that I mind. I want to have your baby, though I hope for theirs later as well," Tammy caressed my sore dick and balls as she spoke to me."Well, that sounds rather lovely, I confess. I'd love. Her bra was a higher B and her hips gave her that always appealing hourglass shape. Many a boy her age and higher had tried to get into her pants. Though through sheer will she managed to keep it only to her chest, where they happily enjoyed themselves.At the door she could see into the bathroom perfectly. The shower door was clear glass, though a little fogged. Fog or not she could see him just fine. She tingled with excitement once more and let a finger roam into her shorts. She gently rubbed. “And she’s based on a total bitch,” Joe added.“Nevertheless you have a strong presence. Beth is no doormat. It’s hard to direct and be in the play.”“It may actually be necessary,” said Moe. “It’s going to be a relatively small group. I think the idea is to have more than one role. I mean...”“Everyone acting, but also doing the other stuff,” Jennifer interrupted.“Yes.”“So you’ve studied the play?”“I’ve read it a couple times.”“You need to get to know it intimately, Moe. Every line. Every stage. Jenny put her hand to her head. She had not been counting how many glasses she had downed of that punch bowl drink promoted as a ‘Magic Potion’. Magic, or just good vodka, it tasted great and went down like water, but it was putting Jenny in a state of mind that was getting a little dangerous. But the party was so much fun, she decided. Getting a little buzz on was no big deal. During a lull in a conversation with Marti, the buxom Monica Lewinsky, and Nordic-looking Pussy Galore, Jenny excused.