When she finished, she often caught me watching her and gifted me with an impish smile. When she was practicing, though, she was serious. It was fasci...nating to watch her perfect her character. When the set was finished being built, it took up a lot more space than usual. Because the backstage area was already so small, there wasn’t room left downstairs for the usual dressing rooms. A compromise was worked out, though. The upstairs area of the stage wasn’t being used for this play so makeshift. The cute brunette had a fat pregnant belly and he'd thought of when he had fucked the squealing girl in front of her boyfriend until he had completely filled her. Like Stacey and her man they'd been desperate to repay a debt owning. There had been rumours it wasn't her boyfriend child and the Boss had wondered what chance it was his. Now he hoped to repeat the trick with this tanned innocent wench."Yeah that's its Stacey open them legs real wide. Ugh yeah just a little... ughhhhhhh!" The Mask. Then covering her bare pussy with one hand and whatever she could cover of her breast, she moved to the beggar. He opened the blanket slightly to let her in and she sank in besides him. Although he opened it only slightly, it was enough to let me see that he was lying bare naked inside his blanket. My wife took another large swig from the bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their bodies snugly inside the warm blanket. I was quite taken aback. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt the bed shake as he moved around, then I felt something wet touching my butt hole. It felt harder than his tongue and softer than his fingers. I screamed into the pillow as he pushed his dick in me. He said to relax. After a few seconds he pushed in a little more and stopped. Soon I felt him against me. You're doing good, Mr Baker said. It hurt, but not as much as it did at first. He pulled back till just the head of his dick was in.