She moaned softly. I kissed her again this time my tongue teased her soft lips, she open her mouth slightly and we touched tongues. Her breathing be...ame faster and I was getting harder. We started French kissing more and more.Sally looked me in the eyes and said, “ I want to make love to you, show me how, teach me.”I led her to the dresser in the room in front of the mirror. I stood behind her and reached around her and held her close. My erection was pressing into her hot ass. I. Dodie worked hard at making Innocence the sort of magazine she wantedit to be. Along with the photo shoots and the film stills, she incorporated commissioned illustrations and employed the services of writers who she knew or admired. The front cover was a more artistic portrait of Innocence which Dodie had persuaded an artist to do on the basis of his extensive catalogue of illustrations. It featured Innocence’s penis exploding in semen and splattering onto loosely draped clothes which artfully. It was a twisting point that she never thought of smelling her own pre-cum. I had to now make her wilder. So I took a soft feather from a wall hanging and started tickling her pussy from one end and started inserted my little finger into her pussy. Her pussy was tight as if it has been very sparingly used. I really couldn’t understand how she could maintain it so well after being a mother of a child and at the age of 39. She was just enjoying the pleasure by pinching her own boobs and nipples. It was to be the event that most women regard with great expectation and some with responsibility. It was an event that many thought sacred and to be done only with their husband. Maybe she would try to blame her mother for her present weakness later. Right now she was ready and she had held her breath waiting for the inevitable pain of entry from a man who wasn't even her boyfriend.A calamitous opening of the front doors of the theater interrupted their expectations. Light suddenly shone.