Actors

"If I remember correctly, you still have that John Adams costume from 1776... Am I right?" asked Marie.
"You are correct," said Brent.
"Then go put it on! And if you even think of abstaining courteously, I'll go all crazy bag lady on you!" said Marie.
Brent stood.
"I like you as a bag lady."
And with that he left. Marie took off her dress, shoes, and jewelry. She left on the sexy lingerie she'd bought for Brent, and posed herself on the couch. Brent returned dressed as John Adams, complete with a wig.
"I don't think they had outfits like that in 1776," he said.
Marie pulled a whip out from under the couch.
"Stay in character! I'm the director!"
She snapped it.
"Very well," said Brent in his John Adams voice.
"Now," said Marie, indicating her bra, "take this off. With your teeth.
"Brent sat down beside her. He put his hands on her diminutive waist and worked at the front clasp with his teeth. Marie's skin tingled at his touch. When he got it undone, he slid it off her shoulders. He then removed her thong and popped it across the room.
"Naughty Mr. Adams," said Marie, snapping the whip again.
"I know I am," said Brent.
That accent made Marie melt... She snatched him over to her and pushed him down on the floor in front of the couch. She untied the ruffled cravat around his neck and unbuttoned his vest and shirt. She deliberately let her breasts hang in front of his face, and Brent obviously didn't mind - she could see the large bulge forming in the crotch of his knee breeches.
"Enjoying the view, Mr. Adams?"
"For a 90-something pound stalker, you're certainly well endowed," said Brent.
"I could say the same for you," said Marie.
Brent pulled her into his lap.
"You should stick with acting, because you suck as a director," he said.
He kissed her shoulder and ran his fingers down her spine, and Marie trembled beneath his touch. She wondered how he kept his hands so smooth as he massaged the back of her neck. He worked his way down to her breats.
"Brent... Mr. Adams..."
He was so multitalented. Marie felt her nipples, which were sticking out like erasers. Brent had always had that effect on her. She took off his knee breeches, shoes, and stockings. She then pushed him down and straddled him, his hip bones pressing into her equally bony thighs. She imagined that they looked like two holocaust victims.
"Naughty Jewboy... let's go outside," said Marie, standing.
Brent looked at her like she was insane.
"It's hard to see past the gate to your driveway - trust me, I know. And even if you could, you know you love an audience," said Marie.
"I can't argue with that," said Brent.
He stood, and Marie looked him up and down.
"It's so stupid that you have to have to hide perfection like that," she said.
She drug Brent outside, and they faced his house.
"5,020 square feet. $4.5 million dollars. Six bathrooms. Seven bedrooms - "
"And I'll make love to you in each one," Brent stopped her, still using his John Adams voice.
He took her into his arms and kissed her. They were leaning against a palm tree, and Marie was taking great care not to step on his ferns. She'd stolen one from beside his mailbox three days ago. She'd thought that was as close to Brent's house as she would get... She'd been dead wrong. She sat down, carefully avoiding the ferns, and spread her legs, revealing her wet, hairless pussy.
"That's an invitation if I've ever seen one," said Brent.
He sat down in front of her and placed two fingers inside her. He then began using his tongue. It was exquisitely arousing.
"Not such a gentleman anymore, are you, Mr. Adams?"
"No my dear, I'm a naughty Jewboy. I'm your naughty Jewboy."
Brent snapped a branch off one of the ferns and caressed Marie's body with it. Marie snatched it from him and began to do the same thing, dragging it from his hard abs to his even harder cock. Brent just sat there and watched her. He sighed, and Marie fell back into his arms. Suddenly Marie looked up and saw someone climbing over the fence.
Kate...