This was the precursor to us going live with Chick Chat next fall from our own studio. Ron's crew had been busy this winter. Stalls three and five had... been bumped out four feet with curved windows that let the booth crew control lighting, sound, and camera angles for the entire studio. Stall four had a bathroom added, albeit a small one. It was considered the dressing room/green room.Most people in the clan were involved in one way or another, but everyone understood that our party was staged.. It hurt a little, but it was a deeply satisfying ache, tingling pleasure coursing through her body as she felt his smooth shaft twitch against her walls.They had been fucking like rabbits for the whole journey, their shared cabin on the March Hare a sordid love nest, the walls fortunately sound insulated to provide privacy for the crew in such close living quarters. Her colleagues had not heard the creaking of the bed frame or her loud moans, at least not until now. With what little awareness. Somewhere a jukebox played an old Harry James tune. The record people were really punching hell out of the 1930’s these days. And then I saw her. I got up to leave. She was small, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a smooth soft chin. She was wearing a yellow miniskirt and a bluish-colored sweater. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but that wasn’t all they had adjusted to see clearly. The miniskirt had hiked up her thighs as high as it could go without revealing her nylon panties.. Peter went over this fantasy of being on his knees sucking a cock and getting the creamy stuff from it.He remembered thinking about going someplace that showed dirty movies and seeing cocks from invisible men sticking through a hole in the wall. Looking ahead he saw a sign "Hard Times, Adult Theater and Video Store."He pulled into the parking lot. He'd always known about the store, but he'd never had any desire to stop and look around. He sat in his car thinking, "I have time to kill while.