There was Jean, a kindly little woman with a sparkle in her eyes. She was older and seemed tired and worn down by the grind of a long life. I didn’t... have the heart to try it on with Jean, because I wasn’t sure she would go for it and if she didn’t react well it would spoil my relationship with her and, I felt, the entire community.The horniest of all the women there was Jennifer, a lively character with proud breasts and a bottom that cried out to be worshipped. From the moment I saw her I. He mused how good it was to wake with her at his side. In such a very few nights it had become a habit he would not willingly forgo. He opened his eyes and turned towards her, and almost jumped when he was met by her wide open, clear blue eyes staring at him. She smiled, and his heart leapt painfully in his breast. ‘Did you sleep well old man?’ Her voice was deep and vibrant, almost husky. She had lain watching him for perhaps half an hour, learning the lines of his face, the fall of his long. Amanda happened to know that Missy had no idea of the adventures Cris had lived in the last few days. (But even she would have been surprised to find out about Morgan. Somehow, that little adventure had stayed quiet!). She intended to make sure that Missy got a good education tonight.The layout of the dressing room area fit right into Amanda's plan, a fact that she had noticed during rehearsals. She knew everyone's timeframes, and made sure she could get into the theater early to get everything. She slowly made her way to Charles’s room again, he was crying in his pillow.She sat by his side and began to rub his back, he turned eyes red with tears.“Honey sit up I need to tell you something.” He did so resting his back on the wall.“I have a confession, I massaged you this morning, I used my juices as lubricant, the sight of you with morning wood drove me to lust, and while I massaged you I played with myself resulting in an orgasm and your ejaculation….. I know I was mad with you before.