“Lines for a play? What are you talking about? When did you audition for a play?” You had not anticipated this. “I…um…” You stutter rather stupidly. Being so caught up in the moment and wanting to look cool you decided to drop that little gem of a one liner. Thing is, is that Rebecca, had terrible stage fright when she was sober, so being in a play was something completely out of character for her. “It’s uh…a play for Clare’s class. Yeah, that’s what it is. Their teacher wants me to go in and perform for parent day.” You say with a strained smile. There was no way Tim was going to believe that. “Parent day?” Tim asked with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t know you would be allowed to use words like ‘fucker’ in a play for an elementary school.” Silence, the two of you just stood there looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. “Oh shit, Oh shit, what if Tim finds out I’m piloting his mom? FUCK! He would never talk to me again!” You think. Just then Tim looks as if he is going to say something when all of a sudden his cell phone goes off from up in his room. Judging by the ringtone, you guessed it was Tracy, his bitch of a girlfriend. However, Tim did not move. “Um, you going to go answer that sweetie?” You ask, hoping he would. Tim looks at you as if studying you, then he turns to go upstairs. As he heads up the stairs he turns his head halfway around so that his right eye is visible. “Have fun rehearsing.” He says and heads up. You just stand there for a second staring at the stairs, moments later you hear the sound of a door closing and voices. With that you take off as fast as you can up to Rebecca’s, well, your room. As you sprint up the stairs and down the hallway you notice Rebecca’s boobs are bouncing up and down all over the place. This makes you smile. “I can’t wait to finally get some alone time with you two girls.” You say with a grin as you squeeze your host’s breasts. In a matter of moments you are inside the room. You quickly lock the door and close the blinds. “What to do? What to do?” You sing to yourself as you stand in front of a large mirror. Your hands find there way back up to Rebecca’s large globes and begin kneading them. “You’re all mine sweetheart.” You say as you twist Rebecca Gately’s face into a twisted lecherous smile.
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