"Well, I'm still unclear about why you have to wear a bikini!"Shaking her head Mihoshi extended her own hand and began counting off fingers."Because, ...t fits in with a Polynesian theme." She told Kiyone. "And Mr. Migi said it's a good excuse to show me off in as little as possible?" Mihoshi wasn't sure but somehow it looked like her partners eyes were somehow suddenly glowing."Are you insane?" Kiyone stammered. "Good god! Mihoshi what's next?" Well, Mr. Migi said he wanted to do Something call. After both were done with oral and round of orgasm, she opened her refrigerator, brought two glass of wine( I showed through mobile light) and both of us still naked.She: ‘Would you mind, if you use condoms before you fuck me?’Me:’Off course. We are strangers. Oral is still ok. But before the main course, condom is a must’She:’ I want to experience someone for lunch, who was so good in breakfast.’Me: ‘I have fucked my wife 8 times in a row in a day.’She:’Did she alive after that?’Me: ‘A good. Slowly, I unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slid them off her, leaving her to sit with her naked ass on the leather. Oh, right. I forgot she goes commando, especially after my little “accident” earlier today. “Mmm, what's next? What would you like to do first?” That line really got me going. She had shaven her pussy into a red-haired “landing strip” and invited me in closer. The scent was almost-heavenly! God! I love that musk! Can't beat it! “May I?”“I don't know,” she said. While a movie was playing, all the lights were turned way down, if not off. Nothing helped to allay social shyness more than a profound absence of illumination.Mr. Curtle always had a young girl he hired for taking the kid's admission money, and another who took the tickets and worked behind the snack counter. He didn't use any theater ushers, and only the projectionist, more often than not Mr. Curtle, ever interfered with the privacy of his young theater audience. Everyone knew that Mr. Curtle.