I told Liz that I would like her not to come around for a while till I’ve sorted things out. Liz looked disappointed her head fell and she said, �...�I need that thing in me soon.” I said, “I too like fucking you, but we need to be careful.” Simon came back on Sunday evening and I was over there chatting to him about his trip and we also had a few drinks. I needed to catch Monica the next time she was here, but the whole week went by and there was no sign of her, but then the following week,. The walls of the old theater were lined with photographs of actors and actresses who had once walked the stage beyond, but they held no interest for the 18 year old. His only thoughts were of the woman whose name was written in gold on the decades old wood.His heartbeat raced in anticipation at the thought that he was actually going to get the chance to talk to her. To have a conversation with a living legend.It had only been a month since the blond haired young man had finally managed to work. Our eyes meet in the reflection and she returns my smile. I drop down and put my arms under her shoulders. I kiss her shoulders and her neck and finally her cheek. I grind into her. “Oh Tabatha. You feel so good.”She kisses me on the cheek and hugs me back. After a few minutes I hoist myself back up into a more orthodox missionary position. She makes noises like she is in pain or in danger of coming. I’m not sure which, but I assume the latter and keep fucking her. I can’t hold back. ."You like the way that feels?" he asks as he works away at my upper chest and shoulders with powerful, well oiled hands. The sound of his velvet smooth voice draws my attention and I turn my eyes to meet his.Lonnie stops and stares at me. He's waiting for my answer."Yessssssssssssssss," I whisper as he takes the thin sheet that covers me from the waist down and folds it back to my knees, exposing my stiffening dick.Embarrassed, flushing red heat fills my cheeks and then spreads through my body.