He held my breast as he sucked away, causing me to rotate my hips, mimicking the action of fucking. I removed my wet hard nipple from his mouth and wa...lked over to Mel, as he opted for my left breast and began to replicate what Chris had just done. Both of my erect nipples and my shaved pussy were tingling with sexual excitement. Mel ran his hand up the stocking of my left leg, stroking his way up my inner thigh, as his fingers passed the stocking tops, he felt the soft flesh of my thigh. His. I had excused myself with stomach cramps each time. The boys at work were convinced I was getting ulcers.I could tell that her alarm woke her at six for school, because shortly afterwards, so did my cock. At least at that hour, I was alone in the power plant and could plan to be in the rest room.I shared other strong emotions as well. When I awoke from my daytime sleep shortly after going to bed, consumed in overwhelming anger (which Pat and Julie echoed with orange swirling eyes), Jay. "Pretty much," he said. "You want to go over the shooting script?" Sure," I agreed, accepting a copy from him. I knew the story well. Afterall, I had written it. It was the typical low budget stuff. The storyrevolved around a gang of toughs who had taken over a truck stop in asmall Midwestern town. The hero - I had signed a former NFL linebackerfor the part - was going to team up with a saucy heroine - Janice. Shewas to be a waitress in the truck stop who falls for the hero and helpshim beat. She feels like she doesn’t need to anymore, as if she could survive on this pleasure alone. They shudder together for a moment, drowning in the new sensation, and then begin to build a slow rhythm like the beating of a heart. She presses up and he grinds down. There is urgency in their movement and they both gasp for breath. Each time he moves into her, pleasure ripples out from the point of penetration and through the rest of her body. She feels it down to the tips of her toes, and her hands.