I quite like a flash of tit, me. But actually like fucking doing it on stage. I've got a license to worry about, you know. This isn't fucking Soho." T...hat's just crap, Phil. And you know it. It's just queer consciousness. Getting away from denying our sexuality. That kind of thing. There's not gonna be any sex on stage." I dunno. You've changed the name. What kind of 'excess' are you intending to represent?" An excess of political correctness, Phil. What d'you think? Now, if you don't mind, I've. As a matter of fact he'd been jacking off behind his desk for the fourth time that hour. Every time he thought he had himself under control, his mind would wander to a vision of her luscious lips, or her exceptional cleavage, and then he was lost all over again, frantically rubbing his right hand up and down his turgid cock like a sex deprived teenager. Well, he was sex deprived, but he wasn't a teenager anymore by any means of calculation.He quickly cleaned himself up and then, with fingers. It was all so long ago now. She could not recall when her opinion of her dad in prison had changed into something bordering on contempt. She was still grateful, even happy, that he had taken the fall for her, but not proud of him, if that would have been the way to say it, she thought. She’d cried her eyes out so many nights about it all, what had happened. Then, one night there were no more tears only a kind of malaise, a kind of emptiness. Then there was James, and she was saved. James. “My husband and I are on our honeymoon, and we’re having so much sexy fun!”Wendy guided Dave’s hand to the hem of her skirt and let him continue. He needed no prompting and slid his hand between her legs to begin fingering her pussy. “You saw my husband fingering my pussy. He was making me so horny and now I need a good fucking and you know what? My new husband is so good to me, he’s letting me choose a man or two to fuck me as a wedding present!”“You indeed have a very thoughtful husband,”.