” Then with an affectionate pat to his cheek, she smiled and told him, “Never put yourself down, Damien. You’re way too nice a guy to worry ab...ut pleasing some uppity bitch who doesn’t realize what a treasure she’s got in you.”Still smarting from the pinch she gave him, he shook his head. “You got it all wrong. It’s not her, it’s me. And believe me, Deana’s no uppity bitch.” He smiled, just thinking about her. “Truth is, she’s the real deal. She’s sweet and smart and funny and too sexy. I didn’t resist and as his tongue entered my mouth I could taste the residue of my salty cum. As we continued to kiss he gently manoeuvred me around so I was standing with the back of my legs against the toilet.Instinctively I sat down, thankfully the lid was still warm from Karl sitting on it. Karl took half a step back bent down slightly, took hold of my hands and placed them either side of his hips. I could see the obvious outline of his large cock straining to be released from his tight. ‘Gretchen?’ Lill (yeah, Gretchen is her real name) was looking at me, and it seemed like she was angry with me. She nodded too. ‘Kyle?’ Mrs Price was looking at me. Everyone was looking at me. I didn’t know whether it was OK with me. I felt scared and confused and totally out of my depth. I shrugged. Mrs Price looked at me hard, like she was anxious about something. ‘OK, then, we’re in. We’re here to plan the sex scenes that we’re proposing to shoot to splice into the movie we’re making at. I'm not THAT good. Shit girl that was a first. I thought you'd drown me." It wasn't all that much fluid, but still surprising. The girls showered, together, then gave me good long kisses of thanks and left with their photos. It was Saturday. I looked at the clock remembered the time difference and waited on Cindy's call. I wondered how her Friday night was. The phone rang at 3:30. 12:30?Usually she calls during her morning. "Hi Tim, sweetheart. Sorry, I just got up. Listen, you know Nikki.