He had spoken with them as they had walked in and seemed nice. He had agreed to keep an eye out for Jerry – the evil theater manager who would certa...nly diminish the fun, if not spoil it entirely. In front to her right was a clean cut man in a white polo shirt, and the guy at the end of the row was also clean cut, wearing a tie and glasses. She couldn’t see well behind her – though she was pretty sure one guy was wearing a suit, but she did see that those across the aisle seemed less. He then unbuttoned her shirt one by one. For every button, he kissed the area that got exposed. He removed the first button and little part of her cleavage was exposed. He kissed on her cleavage. He removed the 2nd button and half of her breasts were visibly covered with her spaghetti and her bra impressions were seen on it.Then, goes the 3rd button and the entire breasts were exposed. He finally removed all her buttons and removed her shirt. Swapna was in her spaghetti, bra on top. He also. I am not sure how to explain what happened next, except my male instincts kicked in.I rubbed my hand up her bare thigh to the crease between her sex and her thigh. I moved my fingers to graze over her panty covered mound, but there were no panties. My fingers landed on her downy covered lips. I heard a soft moan escape her throat.I scooted my chair away from her a little so my arm was more comfortable and less suspicious. My fingers dipped between her plump lips and I traced my finger up and. Mothers! They make the world go round...Having a few minutes of privacy, I checked the time, and called Rebecca's cell phone."Hello," It hurt and thrilled me to hear Rebecca's sweet voice."Hi," I said hesitantly. "You don't know me, but my name is David Sanderson. I'm sixteen years old, and live in Deland, Florida – where Brian kept his boat, the BETH ANN." I took a deep breath and stepped out in faith that Rebecca loved me as much as she acted. "I woke up in a hospital bed yesterday afternoon.