Hmmm... thought Chuck. The leading man. Looks vaguely familiar. Nothing interesting... A short, fat, balding guy in his fifties stood just inside the... rope holding a megaphone. From the way he blasted out orders it was obvious that he was in charge. In his other hand he held a well-worn and tatty book - not much more than a bundle of loose papers.The director, Chuck surmised. He might be quite entertaining if he has plenty to shout about."Where the hell is Sandy?" the director cried out. You. She was not quite 20, her birthday was coming up in two months, and she was just beginning a new relationship. Bobby had kissed her, and very well too, but she had resisted any further advances. However, she had invited him to her apartment tonight. She had a nice dinner planned, but she expected 'dessert' to be the highlight of the evening -- hence the magazine and its intriguing article.She knew that he would want her to use her mouth on him, but she decided that she wouldn't let him squirt. . I love you... I love this!" I too love you dad... I too love this!" I was very aroused! I pushed my crotch rhythmically against his hard-on.After several minutes of humping we parted. His crotch was wetter than ever! My own crotch area was not spared. My own juices had been flowing too.Mom noticed our wet patches and said, "Now. You two go slow a bit... you have an important goodnight kissing session coming up after dinner... hold your horses!"After dinner we watched TV. I sat between my. It didn't take long to drive to the Fairfield. We went in and up to the 2nd floor and to his room. When we got into the room, he asked, "Want something to drink, I've got bourbon, beer, water, soda....."I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. "Right now, you're what I want." He didn't say a thing. He kissed me and as he did he began to unbutton my shirt and pulled it from my shoulders, then let it fall.I was busy too, removing his shirt and opening his Wranglers. .