Marie masturbates he thought. No way, he told himself as a smile seemed to permanently settle on her face. Her eyes seemed to smile as well which made... him feel much, much better.“Wow, you masturbate too?” he said and she nodded. “Ohhh my god wow” he said as a smile appeared on his lips too. “Like in your bedroom or where or wait” he went on to add. “That’s none of my business is it?She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know” she said, still grinning openly. “I don’t mind that you know. Okay,. I am shy and insecure. Linda is confident andbossy.We are sitting on Linda's porch. She is sitting on the banister, feetdangling, legs swaying under my sneaky gaze. I don't want to be caughtstaring, so I take quick peeks, trying to burn the image of her gorgeoustanned thighs in my brain, then quickly look away. She is wearing cut-offs, and they are way too cut off. Linda has cut a pair of jeans sothat on each side her panties are just visible, and in back, the edgesof her cute butt poke. "You can't havehim Ryan. Tyler Dawson is all mine."Ryan's laughter became so loud it almost shook the makeup trailer. "Ohyes Mrs. Dawson, I spend many nights dreaming of Mister Tripod overthere."Gregorio appeared confused. "Tripod?"As Ryan whispered something is Gregorio's ear, one of the director'sassistants stuck her head in the door grinning at the way we werecarrying on. "Okay guys. The van leaves in five minutes."Gregorio's face blushed slightly before he eyed me lustfully and winkedat my. I take a long stare into the depths of your eyes, communicating with your soul. I know how much I want you – but I don’t want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. Making love transcends pure sex, when the pleasure of giving is much greater and important than the pleasure of receiving. I know all I want is to hear you groan, to feel you writhe in prolonged and repeated ecstasy. Nothing else is important – I want to make your body sing, I want to make love to your mind. My pleasure.