IV“Oh, yeah,” I said wolfishly, getting up quickly and walking over to her. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”There her tits were, rising huge and firm above t...e stiff French cups of the bikini top. I put my hands on the cups and pressed my thumbs against her cleavage. Warm and springy. Perfect.“Oh, god,” she gasped, looking down at her tits.I leaned down and gave each huge mound a long lick—the left tit, then the right. She grasped my head as if to push me away, then let her hands fall to my shoulders.Nearly. Willis having a drink in his office after a long, hard day and discovering my script. I imagined him picking it up and glancing over it, quickly becoming interested and staying late into the night to read it. I imagined that he would rush out to find me, that production would begin immediately and that within a few short months I would be executive producing it on some lot.However, my dream was quickly interrupted when a stern female voice spoke behind me."What are you doing?" she asked, no. Well, this guy was no novice. He was making my ass produce a nice coating of lube.After driving me crazy with his tongue for about five minutes, he stood up and told me to get on my knees and lay my upper body on the bench so my ass would be sticking out for him. He got behind me, bent down to give my hole one more lick. Then I felt the head of his cock pushing on my hole. I relaxed my hole and his cock slid right in up to his balls. He started fucking me with a slow rhythm. He would pull out. We were caught up in sixty-nine; technically seventy-one since Marylou added two digits in my ass.From that point forward, Marylou and I had nightly sex romps. We tried all sorts of toys and other vegetables, but nothing came close to each other's tongues.We were almost caught in the act once. Our manager, who looked like Tom Hanks, walked in on us while Marylou was on her knees pleasuring me with her All-Star tongue. Tears of joy flowed down my cheeks. Her face was wet too but not from my.