She wore a long skirt and a low cut shirt. Her hair was straightend and she looked beautiful. I get out and open the door for her. I tell her she look... beautiful she blushes and says thank you. We drive to the theatre and we go inside. We get popcorn and a drink so we can share. We go inside and sit down. I hold her hand and she holds mine back. I look at her and she looks nervous. My freind told me she hasn't had a boyfreind since 3rd grade. I had no idea why but she gave me butterflys every. In getting to know her better, I almost forgot the purpose of her being here. It was Pat that reminded me."Lindsay is really missing her mom, Mark. She's feels like she's been abandoned by her. It's not going to be easy for her to get over this. Fifteen is a very impressionable age and now she knows her brother Pete is going too. It's pretty traumatic for a young girl." I'm sure you're right, Pat. That's what I see too. The question is; what do we do about it? I mean, what do I do about it?" I. I smiled, thinking about something Will Rogers had said once. ' there are two theories to arguing with a woman, neither works'"Yes ma'am" I said snapping to attention. She giggled and pushed me toward to hallway.We went down the hall to the last door on the left. My room was the master bedroom. I had my bed along to far wall with a nightstand and lamp on each side. Above the bed was a shelf that ran almost the entire length of the wall, with 3 folded American flags on top and brass. What a switch thiswas! Now I was the one being serviced! He lifted myskirt to reveal my twat in all its glory. I threw mylegs over his shoulders as he began licking my clitfuriously. Soon I had my legs up in the air as wide apart as Icould get them while he raked his tongue across my openpussy lips. I could not believe I was exposing myselflike this to a man who wasn’t my husband. Very quicklyI had a shuddering orgasm and groaned loudly.We began kissing frantically after that and he.