“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She laughed, said, “Uh, yeah it was,” then wiped the cum on my pants. “No, just, not that fast. I didn�...t—get it all out.” “Then come here.” “No it’s…I need a minute,” I said. “No pants though,” she said, and pushed them down to my ankles then threw a blanket over me, and we went back to talking. I told her what I had heard about her sex life, and she dispelled most of the rumors. She had only been with one other partner in her life, and he was her age—no. We were having the wildest time, watching and laughing as the video played. Then, I started the editor and each time I would play a short clip, I would back it up and play it again. Rachel was holding the mic, and when I erased the dialog, she would hold the mic for the person to recite that part of the dialog. Sometimes, we had to run it back again and again to make the dialog sound natural and not like it’s being read from script. The more we worked with it, the more everyone relaxed and. It would have been better off if her husband had come with her, but with a project that was behind schedule and a deadline looming he had to work late to catch up. It was awkward being the only unattached woman at the party. All the single guys seemed to see her as a target of opportunity and they were vying with each other to see who might get lucky. They kept bringing her fresh drinks and she was glad that she had taken a room for the night. There was absolutely no sense taking a chance on. I guess we can always find something to read.’ He smirked. Marissa saw the indent of a dimple in the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t help but stare. The candle light mesmerized her, casting its soft glow upon Brayden’s rugged features. She admitted to herself he was very handsome. Her eyes focused on his lips. She watched him take a languid sip of wine. Her eyes followed the contours of his lips. They were perfect for kissing. She felt a bit warm and unbuttoned her blouse a bit more. Marissa.