I slowed down before the last corner to make sure my erection could not be seen, and to make sure that the moisture I could feel at the top of my erec...ion did not show.“ Well, is she there?” my mother asked. “Yes”, I said. “Good” and she disappeared upstairs.I watched her go up and hoped that this didn’t mean trouble. I hoped Anne was now decent.But finally, it appeared, my luck was good. She had asked Anne to “babysit” as she and my father had had a late invitation to dinner that evening. When. I felt—I had done it, only to show her. But I lay with my mouth on hers and felt, starting up in me, everything I had said would start in her, when Gentleman kissed her. It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before.“You’ve read this?”“Uh huh.”“Pervert.”“You already said.”“I just wanted to congratulate you again.”“Oliver, could you read some more? I need to concentrate.”“Hmm? Oh!” Ollie could see George moving under the foam. Her hand was jiggling the bubbles, and her shoulder was. I don't know if it was the excitement of just being naughty by being in the theatre, but I started getting really hard.All of a sudden, I could tell that someone was trying to get my attention. I looked around and noticed a larger, solidly built older man in his early 60s in a plaid sweatervest. He was mostly bald but with white hair around his crown and a neatly trimmed beard and wearing glasses. "Is anybody sitting here?" he asks. I can only look up, mildly stunned and just shrugged - who. Karen ran her hands down over his arms and then onto his chest, slipping her hands into his shirt. Moving them through the hair on his chest, she slipped over to his nipples and let her fingers slowly circle over them. Noticing his breathing quicken a bit, she felt him lean back, pushing his chest out some. She also noticed the tent forming in his pants. While still working his nipple with one hand, she silently unbuttoned her blouse with the other hand and then, as she slipped her hand from.