She was the one who took us to the things we needed to be at—the sports events, the performance events, and other stuff.I got into the theatre as a ...young boy, not just at school—also with our local community theater in Longmont, Colorado ... aptly called the Longmont Theatre Company.Mom took me to auditions, rehearsals, and performances, sometimes manhandling Dad and my older siblings to come and see me perform.One of the plays I auditioned for was an oldie, but goodie called LIFE WITH FATHER,. Meine wo aur mein ek dusre ki ankho mein dekh rahe the.. Mein dheere dheere apne lipse uske padd lekar aaya.. and apne lips uske lips per rakh diya.. jaise hi meine uske lips per apne lips rakhe usne aanke band kar liya.. Mein uske rashile hoth chusne laga.. ek min baad wo bhi mera sath dene lagi and hum ek dusre ko 15 min tak smooch karte rahe hai.. Smooch karte karte mein uske boobs per hath rakh diya.. Kya soft boob the usko… uske mooh se awaz nikali aaahhh … Fir meine uski nech ke pass kis. And I knew what your headlights look like.”“Luckily another Mercedes didn’t come along,” grinned Rachel, “ooops ... car!”They scampered off into the drive giggling, and I turned in after them as a car came up behind. Once it had gone by I put the lights on and watched them both wiggle their different but equally sexy asses at me, swaying up the drive in step with an arm round each other. Having fun. I could only imagine they’d filled in the time while they were waiting with sex.Anyway they’d. She was spectacular. Her reddish brown hair framed a high cheek boned slim face. Her lips were wide; lipstick un-noticed; nose with a strong chiseled tip. She had manicured nails and expertly plucked eyebrows. If you had enough money even third world countries had beauticians.They looked her up and down to her expensive high heeled boots. She looked more like she was off to the president's ball rather than fleeing the country."Undress please; Mrs. Stephenson." What... ?" She still couldn't.