She wasslim; the tight jeans hugged her legs. Her small breasts under herblouse moved a little with each breath. What is it like to be her? Thelipstic...k, the earrings, the long hair. The chest was rising and fallingwith each breath. The girl seemed peaceful, but suddenly there was asense of tension as if she was afraid of something. The trouble withher boyfriend? A difficult exam? I'll never know, but the feeling ofanxiety was real. I later learned that it is possible to "read" otherpeople's. I was disgusted at first, but it was not so bad after a while. "Come on cocksucker, we don't have all day." With his cock in my mouth, all that came out of me were unrecognizable moans. I hated being being called a cocksucker, but I realized he was right. I had a cock in my moth and I was sucking it. I paused for a second to think about what I had become.He moved my head back and forward on his cock to give me the idea of how he liked it. "Yeah, just like that." He let go of the back of my head. She put her thumbs to the waistband of her short skirt and slid it down her slim thighs and legs. Her left hand caressed her right breast as her right slid down her flat stomach to the valley between her legs.“I love getting naked for my boyfriend. I may be with other men but Jake is my perfect fuck, my perfect lover!”Wendy gazed at her young teen body, placing a hand on her thigh and yearning to taste her again. Tiffany straddled Jake’s thighs, his hands cupping her ass cheeks for support.. Hehad not met any of the other actors and would recognize them only asthe characters they represented in this familiar play. Cecile had kepthim very busy in the time leading up to the opening curtain, but now hecould feel the butterflies in his stomach, even though he knew that theaudience consisted only of the Director, the Producer and the othersofficially connected with the production. The curtains parted and heforgot himself as he became immersed in his role. As one of the stars,he was on.