She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car or when she had sat next to him at the table. She did not even press to him despera...ely as she had when she had grasped his ankle for protection on the floor in the other room. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he could see the tiny puckered brown. .. she'd had that itch scratched by a 13 year old when she was 12 ... and a half ... it was a regular thing ... until her ovaries deposited an egg and she KNEW it was only a matter of time until she performed the reason for her presence on earth ... motherhood.Childhood taboos ... Christian teaching ... and a mother who had very good reason to distrust philandering males, she married one ... it took forever and a bundle of cash to correct a bad choice, recommended she cease and desist having. I quickly made him lie on the floor face up so that I could squat above him and continue grinding. The juices glistened on his face, and I moved just enough that I could pull his face towards mine and kiss him hard, letting my tongue explore the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy and empowered I felt. This wasn’t at all like me, but I had no intention of stopping now. I lubed up my dildo and to both our surprise I shoved it up his arse, slowly slliding it. You want to sit towards the back, we sit towards the back. You want Raisinettes, you get them. What else can I do for you, hmmmm?" "Mmmmm," you grin, turning back to the screen. "Let me think about that." You hug my arm tighter, taking a bit more popcorn as the trailers come up. ("Green Lantern, FUCK YES," I cheer softly. You roll your eyes.) As the movie progresses, the charms of Orlando Bloom ("Legolas," you correct me) are, in my view, not enough to save the formulaic rom-com script,.