. the slut.The Stratton’s were not very well-to-do. They lived in a nice, but older part of Mayfield. The houses on their street were narrow and lon...g, their garages were detached and each house had a nice little backyard. The Stratton’s were one of the few that had a pool, like everyone else who had a pool; it was an above ground pool. It was behind the garage, twenty-four feet round, four feet deep, with a deck between it and the back of the garage. It wasn’t high living, but it was nice on a. Secretaries seemed more snotty, set crews seemed more surly and the executives and people involved in Antamount's production of my movie, "Amerikan Family", seemed to be in on some kind of joke that I was the punch line of.After spending a mostly sleepless night on the couch, I was groggy and yet still decidedly firm in the decision I had come to last night, lying there awake, staring at the ceiling. I had to know what was going on, or at least find out as much more as I could, without seeming. . your sandwich."Again, the look in her eyes and the way she paused made my cock stiffen even more."Please..." I replied.I noticed that her fingers were still glistening wet from finger fucking herself. She prepared my sandwich while purposely using her wet fingers and even ran her fingers along the top of my drink glass, leaving a nice smear of pussy juice on the rim. She handed my snack to me."Eat up... and enjoy," she smirked.It was the best fucking sandwich I ever had in my life! Gina saw. I was watching this while fully aware of how wet the slight thump-sting to my already sensitive area was causing me to become hotter and turned on by this man.By the time my hips began tilting even higher, begging for a better beating, he was to his full erectus and ready to drive me home. He pushed my knees upward, freeing his legs from bracing my buttocks and inched forward until he was positioned, as he wanted. I recall feeling his thighs against the backs of mine and how the seconds before.