She refused to see the same movie twice but would always watch Turner Classic Movies on Cable when at home on a Saturday night. There was one weekend ...e remembered distinctly where Casablanca was playing at the Orpheum … complete with rising Wurlitzer and cute ice-cream boys with bow–ties. It was playing on a Sunday afternoon and that Wednesday morning as they lay in bed idly masturbating each other before facing their own day’s respective crises: ‘Let’s go to the movies on Sunday — we can make. Our tongues met and danced together and we each felt the lust of the other. She glanced around and said "We better go, people are watching." I couldn't get to her house fast enough. She lived right on the edge of the "ghetto" so to speak. A nice little bungalow, neat and well kept up. We got inside, made small talk for a bit, kissed and hugged a while, then she said "I have to get out of these clothes." She walked into her bedroom just closing the door a little. She removed her skirt, and her. She snuggled into my back, planting kisses, her body warm and womanly against me. I turned over to face her, the white blouse was nearly undone and her bra struggling to contain the creamy mounds they held. I stared down at them in amazement, they were perfect, so well formed and alluring. "Please go, Katie, " I said once more, my eyes transfixed on her breasts, my breathing becoming ever heavier. I couldn't recall ever having such a big erection. It was wrong, but I was weak. She reminded me. But my naughty girlfriend told me: “Just wait”.Then I heard some footsteps in the ladder. I turned my head and asked Helena who was there with us. She smiled and said:“Your cunt is full now… you need something else in your mouth”Then I felt a hard cock trying to open my lips. Helena grabbed my head and moved me back and forth on that huge hard dick. I was wondering who was that man fucking my throat, but then the intense vibration inside my pussy made me forget I was being face fucked…Suddenly.