“Oh, and what’s that?” Lydia was suitably intrigued. So I told her, complete with describing the events of the two previous nights. I’d just a...out finished my tale when a clearly horny Lydia leaned over once more and I was yet again treated to one of her kisses, silencing me mid-sentence in the process. The kiss lasted longer this time and our hands wandered over our bodies as we did so, one of mine lingering on one of her breasts, which were firm. When the kiss ended Lydia stood up, switched. After Darren had left Amelia had taken Eva into her arms and cried and rocked her and finally said what she’d be thinking. ‘I’d always thought one of you would have inherited my theatrical genes.’ ‘But you never thought it would be me?’ ‘No and you have a right to think unkindly of me for that.’ ‘No, it’s okay. I’ll try to make you proud of me but it will be tough, I believe I’ve convinced Darren I need to play the anti-heroine but others might want to dispute that, even the screenwriter.’ ‘Few. "Even down there?"She laughed, "Yes, David, even down there." Good." That's when the idea went through me. And, yeah, I knew I was going to get in deeper if I did it. I didn't think I much cared anymore.We got to the entrance. There was a wall there. She was standing up against the wall, and I abruptly reached up her skirt-thank goodness she wore a skirt, made things much easier-and pulled her panties down to about her knees. Then, before she could say a word, I grabbed her by the waist, and. When I got to Mr. Bartlett’s house he was waiting for me in the driveway. He said, “Get in the car with me. I will take you to the condo and show you around and then I have to leave and go pick up someone at the hotel and bring them back to the condo.” The place was really nice, upstairs had two bedrooms on the left of a hallway with a bath and on the right side of the hallway was a huge master bedroom/bath with a balcony that overlooked the lake. The wall facing the bed in the master bedroom.