Dingy viewing rooms, so I decided to go to No. 1. I felt as nervous as hell, and pretty excited! Sexual or nerves I don't know but my dick was stiffen...ng. On approaching the door, the middle aged usherette opened the door and held out her hand for a tip. 10 Francs later she was showing me to a row of seats with a torch. The whole cinema was blacked out, I had arrived just before the viewing time.Walking in the usherette took great delight in shining the torch down each row where there were. I felt her lips encompass my nipple and her tongue flashed out, licking the tip as if it were an ice cream cone.I knelt down in front of her and pushed her legs open with my eyes locked on the hairy cunt. I began tracing her slit, fingers parting the thick hair of her labia before inserting my fingers in her now very moist hole. As my tongue lapped, her hands clutched my head tightly, guiding my tongue to her most sensitive parts, pulling it tight. Looking up between her breasts, her head was. He was a strongathlete and an able scholar, but he was anxious and reserved. Shy, withan unwittingly blunt manner, he made few friends and he worried aboutwhat people thought of him. But he was as close to Chris as he was toanyone. Casual acquaintance had turned to friendship almost five yearspreviously when, in their first few days at high school, a couple ofolder boys had cornered the two of them and it was little Chris that hadlashed out and given one of the bullies a bloody nose. Mark. ‘I’d fuck her in a New York minute,’ he thought,’ then turned his attention back to the speaker. ‘The temperate person directs the sensitive appetites toward what is good and maintains a healthy discretion,’ the speaker said with a great deal of emotion. ‘Thus what is a temptation to me is of little moment to you, what is gluttony to you is merely gustatory satisfaction to me, what is lust to you is merely natural sexual desire to me. And who is to differentiate the one from the other?’ Once.