When we steppes out Emily moved the curtains and got into the wardrobe. To change. I was wet so i was soaking my self with a towel looking my self in ...the mirror. Then i saw in the reflection that some old guy was watching me, and i got scared. And started to think is he really looking at me. And i observed that he was looking at me. This was weird because something in me wanted him to keep look at me. I did not tried to hide my self i just kept soaking my wet hairs. This gave a feeling like. Well, I was wrong about that. At least from my end, it'd been crackling for two days now.That became even more apparent when we changed poses. She had us get in dance position. Standing up, facing one another, his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck. That was a little less innocent-what with his dick rubbing up against my stomach and my titties rubbing up against him! And that's when I felt it-the combination. Love and lust. Oh, man, I wanted him. I wanted all of him.What to do about. We communicated via encrypted cell phone signal as I moved from tower to tower on the way home. Somewhere a couple of hours from home, we decided that they would set up a dummy company. Since they had lots of practice, they would set up a dummy entertainment and public relations company. That company would contact me through Jen. A company like it could easily find my contact information from the TV network. It would be the ideal time, since I had gotten a lot of press from the Emmies.Jen could. ” She gave a self-satisfied little look, then arched herbrows. “_Usually_ I hate it when my dreams are just re-runs ofreal life. But not _this_ morning.” We lay there like that, side by side, for the longest time insleepy slow motion, engaging in kisses dripping with the ultimatepleasure of unhurried passion, our breasts touching and bumpingand nudging, while our fingers grew sticky and moist as weworked magic on each other. We brought each other slowly upthe same rise,.