" I look up to see who's spotted me and I see a freshman girl sitting on the floor in the French poetry section and it's obvious she's been crying - n...t in the way French poetry can make you cry either. Her face is blotchy, her eyes rimmed red and she looks just like a girl whose heart has recently been broken. Only, she's smiling to see me.One always hates to see someone of such discerning taste so obviously sad and my own heart reached out to her. I desperately wished for a moment that I. I licked up and down, tasting her aromaticjuices, until the tip of my tongue parted the very top of herpussy lips and found her stiff sex button. "Oh, dam, Alan!" she gasped. "If you lick hard right there Ithink I can come! Make me, come, Alan! Oh, please make mecome!" An instant later she started bouncing on her tip-toes, rubbingher hard little sex button up and down on my tongue, and moaned,"I'm going to come! Oh, dearest brother, am I really going tocome!" Her hot, thick. ’ ‘But’ interrupted Harry, ‘why are you telling me this, after all it’s Carol who wants to get pregnant.’ An awkward silence fell and Harry looked quizzically from one woman to the other. He suddenly realised how tense they had become and all of Carol’s usual bounce had deserted her. She looked almost as though she might burst into tears, and although Lois appeared equally concerned it was she who responded. ‘Harry, as a basic precaution,’ she started hesitantly, ‘Carol got herself checked out. Inside I found that most of the seating was double seats which reclined, obviously designed to accommodate courting couples.There were quite a few young couples and plenty of single people in the theatre, but I did not look to see if it were either men or women. The first movie I found very boring, and had very little dialogue, just two people fucking, and I thought it was a complete waste of money. I contemplated leaving, but not having any idea what to do next if I left the theatre I decided.