She opened it and saw that it was from Algernon, the director of the film. A piece of paper fluttered out and fell to the ground. She saw that it was ...a cheque, and one for quite a lot of money - two hundred thousand pounds, in fact! HOW MUCH!! But - she was getting used to surprises by now, and took this latest in a long line totally in her stride. She read the letter."Dear Miss Harmsworth,"Owing to the unexpected and phenomenal success of our little cinematic endeavour, I am able to enclose. "It's good to relax, Bernie. Thanks for the invite, I could use a couple of brews." Coming up, Arch. Jackie is headed our way right now," he commented as the bar girl placed two frosted Pilsner glasses before them as well as two bottle of ice cold beer. "Okay, gents. Enjoy but don't get plastered," she laughed as she moved away.The two friends chatted and sippled their beers. When the glasses were empty they motioned for refills and went through them also. Their conversation ranged from the. I laughed and called him an old man. He laughed too. We talked for a few minutes but I was on my way out to chill with some friends and he had some appointments he had to attend to. I guess his was business or pleasure but it didn't really matter.I got back to the house around 1am and was surprised to see him still awake. He was in a white T-shirt and boxers just walking around reading some paper work as he greeted me. We sat and chatted for a short while before going to sleep. This same social. He moved onto his back and wiggled between her legs. His hands to her hips, he lowered her pussy and eagerly lapped up her erotic juices.“Fuck, you taste good!” he muttered. Sandra pressed down on his face enjoying the new sensation.Brad moved from underneath and stroking his semi-hard cock, moved closer to her small ass. She could feel the head poking and prodding then entering her from behind. She let out a muffled groan as Brad grasped her hips and began to fuck her.“Mom, Brad is fucking.