Her skirt was now up to her waist and I could see her beautiful pubic hair in the dim light of the theater. I watched as my fingers were now finger ...ucking her with determination and could hear and see her wetness as they went in and out.I could also smell the fragrance that only comes from a woman in complete abandonment. But this new and distinct fragrance was combined with one more familiar as well.As I felt her pelvis begin to buck up with each of my thrusts of my fingers I looked up to. I will hum happily as my mouth slides up and down your slit, my lips pressing yours together gently, my tongue flickering at you. Would you speak to me? Would you tell me how having your whole pussy in my mouth feels, how you want more, how badly you want to come? As I suck on you and pull away just slightly my eyes would be on yours, watching you pant and whimper. And when my lips squeeze your labia tightly around your hard clit for the first time I would squeeze the cheeks of your ass in my. When he did, she was moist for him. She interrupted his enjoyment of this moisture by gripping his shoulders. He stopped his motions but removed neither hand nor mouth.“You’re still dressed,” she said.“Ihm hihm.” It was early days, yet. He’d love to bury himself in her and flood her with his release. On the other hand, he could only do that once a night. He wasn’t 16 anymore. Oh, well. He could afford an engagement ring at 36. He couldn’t have even afforded an apartment at 16. And Jen would. In this case I thought it would be the easy evening that the agency described, a trip to the cinema, a late dinner and then home. How wrong I was going to be.The trip to the cinema did happen. I met the lady (Debra) outside the cinema for a 'Chick' flick. She was a rather tall slim lady (with a nice figure and a blonde cropped hairstyle) who was probably in her late forties and who was dressed in a leather jacket and denim skirt. Not what I was expecting. I am not tall, only a slim 5ft 4 ins.