. It wouldn't be the first time I stuck my fingers or face in and "cleared the firing chamber" to get more friction again. Sometimes it's the cream pi...ness of it that makes me neeeed to keep going! Mood, energy, position can all make a difference.It brings up something I've noticed and contemplated... If I fuck someone and cum inside, the reduced friction my not be quite enough sensation compared to 10 minutes ago, but for the life of me, now matter HOW fucked out I am, if a pussy is filled. Despite our first stop, it was still early; barelynine-thirty. As we approached the door, I crashed back to earth witha resounding thud. As was often the case with new nightclubs, thelooming, body-builder bouncer was carding everyone, regardless ofgender or sex appeal. Yeah, okay; Alan was twenty-four years old andhad the ID to prove it. I supposed it was inevitable, despite hersurreal passability, she would be 'outed' somewhere along the way. Inlight of recent events, it might even be. She was leaning forward slightly, and I slid my hands over her abundant, firm breasts, with my fingers resting on her nipples. She groaned and ground her hips down a bit further.I extended my tongue and ran it across her slit, starting at her clitoris and extending back to her hole. The slickness of her runway, and the delightful, powerful taste only served to heighten my arousal. I wanted Abi to lean forward and wrap her lips around my shaft, but I liked the feeling of Abi being on top of me.. I thought it was getting too much like a ISS story. and i thought maybe i should play along and see how these guys had such luck in theaters. :)As soon as we settled in the theater which was quite empty. she took my left hand and rubbed my palm over her stomach under her tank very playfully. she was giggling saying how her skin was so cold. though there was a hand rest we were sitting on edges very close to each other.i blew a hot breath on her neck and ask her if that was warm enough. shyly.