Me” It was all quite dramatic but I pushed deep inside her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her on my cock. Getting more comfortable I could ...feel myself stretching her a little. Pushing myself slowly but surely ever deeper. Her hand came to her face a deliciously if subconsciously bit into her little finger. An exquisite delight to observe. Chris was straining every sinew to try and see, to hear more and Id guess smell to know more of what was happening.I whispered to Marie, that she. Who cares? Right? So, just enjoy the story as a story and leave it at that. So, enjoy! ]1976. Summer. Los Angeles, CA. No one is going to believe this, I know. But, believe it, or not, I had one of the most unusual experiences of my life (then, or now) while I was living, or trying to live, in Los Angeles, CA; and trying (without success, I must ad) to get into the porn business as a porn actor. How many young men have tried to do that? Probably thousands; each thinking they are going to be the. That's the embarrassing part.”“Hey, I'm wearing a towel outside...just a towel, you can tell me.”“Here goes,” she said. “In the dream you're the only one who can solve the problem I'm having. I come over here and we have sex and I have an orgasm. See, it's crazy. I shouldn't have—"“No, it's not crazy.” It wasn't crazy, it was insane. “Aren't you dating that guy with the Camaro?” Sex would be great, but he wasn't sure he wanted to get beat up.“Yes, that's why you can't ever mention this to. Yet, deep down, I knew she was not sincere and, deep down, I knew she was using me. I found out later that I was not the only one, too. She had a handful of men who she manipulated and toyed with their emotions using their lustful desire for her against them. They were her ticket to the fast life buying her drinks, giving her drugs, buying her gifts, taking her out to dinner, paying her bills, and going away on weekend trips. I never figured she needed the money but her father cut her off from.