I love her and I know that she loves me. But at some point in this type of exercise love goes out the window and wild, animal lust takes over. It’s ...impossible to identify when this transition occurs. Thank God it does occur, because I’m not sure that I could do some of the things that I do to her while in the ‘love’ mode. I know I could not ask her to do some of the things that she does for me except in the ‘lust’ mode. When my tongue touches her clitoris and she moans with delight and rewards. "Act one?" I asked, shaking my head.She smiled."We just decided on the play last night," I reminded her."It's not like it's an original." Robbie smiled even bigger. "You're just adapting."For just a second I wondered where I could bury the body. Then I bowed. "Madame Director, I know you want to win this time, but as your playwright, I plan to watch the movie a couple times, then let it percolate for awhile. I don't even plan to put pen to paper until at least May." You don't use a pen. You. And also a wet feeling but that was expected.Robyn guessed that she was now a lesbian.Eventually the waiter returned with their food and they dug in. Robynhad to agree that the chicken was very tasty and had to laugh when shetold August that and she acted like she slaved for hours cooking theirlunch. Eventually though they finished their meals and reluctantlydeparted one another, both promising to do it again soon. Very soon.Robyn was on cloud nine as she climbed back into her truck and. Then Lauren broke the kiss and moaned, "CUMMINGGG, MISTER HELLER!" She collapsed to her knees, her weight driving my cock deeper into her womb as her pussy bathed my cock in hot creams. "I LOVE FUCKING YOU, DADDY!" she sobbed as she fell forward, her large breasts pillowing out against my chest, only her hunching pelvis seeing to work as she quivered and shook her way through a second orgasm. Eventually, Lauren calmed down and rose up, still impaled on my hard penis and looked down at me with.