After that she helped me get ready. Dave had asked me to wear my tiny schoolgirl skirt with white thigh hi’s and 6 inch heels, a demure white sheer ...louse with no bra. After I was dressed and made up we looked like sisters. I had to stop Alan from playing with us right there before we left. At the theater we got in without the old guy selling tickets giving us a glance. Lisa and I went to the ladies room to take off our panties and have a last minute pee, so we wouldn’t have to go in the middle. I still do that often to, but it is from fear of being alone. That also scares me.I stopped the first time partially because of money, and partially because I didn't like the "homosexual" feelings that I was having. I eventually came to terms with those feelings because I realized that it is normal and natural for a girl.I am a chicken. I used to fear that others would find out. I used to fear what others would do if they did. I feared possible social ostracizing and as a result I was. These he pulled down, revealing my swollen clit and completely bald pussy. He lowered his head and I felt his tongue begin to gently stroke my clit and travel up and down the sides and even poke into my pussy hole every now and then. I spread my legs as far as they could open and didnt even try to hide the bliss that I felt between them. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when he moistened his finger with my own juices and inserted it into my pussy. He stroked it in and out a few. I could feel their weight and shiftingas I moved side to side. These nipples rubbed against the inside of thetight top I was wearing, and tickled... in a good way, that I wasn'taccustomed to.I looked downwards in the mirror and saw bright pink shorts covering myhips, peeking out underneath the white tank top. I could see they huggedthe rounded shape of my hips, and accentuated an inward curve to my waistthat I hadn't known before. Turning to the side, I saw my ass stickingout, and forming an.