I moved out to Los Angeles, where I bought a nice house. I held her, as we continued to kiss. We opted to cook Parmesan Crusted Chicken. My hands slid up from her toned stomach, up to her hand full sized tits. Yeah, just something about my twenty year class reunion.” I told her. “Holy fuck!” She screamed, with some whimpering that followed. I bent her over, resting her head on the cushioning on top of the couch. I made enough to invest in a movie all on my own, and my first solo investment was a superhero movie. She smiled back, and finished her cigarette. Three hundred million was a lot of money not to try, and I won. I joined because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. “I’m no angel, I can be just as mean as anybody else. She is British, moved here in her early twenties to act. I also get a production credit in the movies that I finance, so. I got in shape because of the military. I could feel her fingers brushing the underside of my dick every so often.
