Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

"Yes, she called… and there's a party at the Leonard Melcher's tomorrow night. We're to be there at eight."

Jessica fell back into the depths of the thickly padded chair, her eyes clenched shut and a big smile on her lips. "Wow, I can hardly wait! Is Luke going to be there?" She fondly remembered her few minutes of conversation with the Dodge Company's newest producer, a tall, dark-haired man with a build on him like Tarzan.

"Yeah, and his wife, too… you remember, the talk-show commentator, Nancy Dramar?"

She did remember… and for a fleeting second, felt a twinge of jealousy as she thought of me voluptuous child-star turned television hostess with that luxurian redhair of hers… and mat body! Jesus, what an enormous pair of breasts that woman had!

Phillip's hands were around her waist now, then smoothly along the sides of her trim thighs and back up under the bottom of her minidress. She purred like a kitten being stroked as his fingers kneaded the tender soft flesh of her inner thighs, then snaked under me elastic of her panties, tenderly caressing the warm moist folds of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm… I guess I can work you in for one little quickie," she teased. "But darling… don't wear me out. I want to be in fine shape for tomorrow. Luke has a new series coming up for the fall… and who knows, maybe he might just be interested in little old me for a part in it!"