Boy was I in for a surprise, I walked down to the Evol Theatre and bought a ticket to see ‘disclosure’ or something like that, I walked in, all ... saw were three what looked like teenage girls sitting in the 3rd row up, So I decided i’d sit down next to them, By the way they were talking I figured out their names… the first one was Charlotte, She was a busty readhead with full lips and a nice shape to her, The one in the middle was rebecca, She was a blonde bueaty like nothing i’ve ever. "I won't do it again, okay?" I'm protecting you, don't get mad at me." His voice had gotten louder, but then he softened. "I just have to know I can trust you. It's just us here, me and you, and I know it isn't fair. It's hard, Sam, hard on both of us." You can trust me." I wiped at my eyes quickly. "It was just one party. I'm not gonna do it again." Do you have a boyfriend?" my dad asked, and I didn't answer right away. "Sam, the last few months, I've been a little worried. You haven't been. She was hesitant, at first, but gradually grew bold enough to touch his cock. I directed her actions for a few moments while I took some photos. When I finished, she was still fondling his cock. I guided her verbally to massage his cock and told her what he liked. I told her I would love to watch her make him cum. She spent the next few minutes stroking and softly massaging his cock. In short order, Raman was breathing heavily and beginning to moan and then he erupted, his cum covering her. The harlequin, annoyed that Cindy was a girl, waved her impatiently away and resumed practising his pirouettes, promenades and port de bras. Enticed by the smell of fresh baking, Cindy followed her nose, sniffing the air until she came to Claude's Christmas Kitchen. "Bonne soiree manquez pas," said Claude, "Good evening miss." "That's better," said Cindy, "I was crap at Spanish." "Mon Dieu" said the chef, "Je suis Francais." "Sorry," said Cindy, "I wasn't much good at Italian either." "I am.