. not.’ Stephanie explained, as though stating common sense. ‘My looks. My weight. My everything. My face. You know.’ ‘Bullshit,’ Kelly argu...d. ‘You’re thin, have a great ass, and you’ve got a real cute face.’ ‘I, I do not. I.. don’t have a cute face,’ Stephanie protested meekly. ‘Uh, I’m staring at it right now?’ Kelly retorted, inching herself closer. Red flecks of starlight were careening through the back of her thoughts, and Kelly blinked, feeling lightheaded and spacy. Sure looks cute. She has never had a black dick. I think her comments were heard by a few of the male patrons and got their attention. When minimum vision returned I took her hand and led her to a seat in the first row. I sat on the end seat and she sat next to me. We settled in for a little while but it didn’t take me long to unbutton her sexy flowered dress and begin to play with her breasts. Interest among the theater viewers became apparent. . A middle aged man came and. It was a copy of last year's Victoria's Secret fashion show.While she and Heather watched the show together, Ellen pointed out thedifferences of a normal female walk and a runway model's strut. She putthe disk in an endless loop and had him memorize the way the fashionmodels glided rather than just walked. She pointed out that it wasn'tabout getting from one point to the next, rather it was all about how theystepped and moved their hips that made the difference. For the next hour,they. Finger your clit and make yourself come.”“Shailu, I’ve never done that.”“Lakshmi, remember, you’re going to do a lot of things that you’ve never done.”I let go of one of her breasts and fingered her clitoris to show her the way. She jumped at my touch so I knew she was getting the idea.“When I take my hand away replace it with yours,’ I instructed.She did. I could feel her lightly touch herself under my cock. I grabbed her hips and started pumping in and out of her. Hard and fast. My long cock.