So here I was a conservative Christian man dressed as a French Maidwalking to a gay film with my daughter. A film whose screening I hadintended to pr...test about. At this point I noticed Barbara walking overto my Church group with the sandwich board and giving it back to them.She later told me that she had explained that I had gone to watch the filminstead.I was surprised at how we got to the cinema without being recognized.When we got there Margaret introduced me to some of her lesbian. In their new position, he was jerking off against her thigh, his precum leaving little wet spots on her sweatpants. “Oh honey, you just do what you need to do,” she said softly, pressing her nipple into his hungry mouth. “Just rub yourself against my thigh until you feel like you’re going to release, and then just let me know.”Hearing her soft, accepting voice coaxing him pushed B close to the edge of orgasm. He wanted to lay her on her back and cover her big soft breasts with cum while she. There they were, those globes she had kept hidden from me, now suddenly exposed, ripe and calling out for my touch! They were melon size with a bit of sag, with big extended, nipples surrounded by the largest areolas I had ever seen! God, were they hot!! I put my hands at the base of each tit and slowly made my way up, caressing each globe, pulling it up until I captured a nipple in between the fingers of each hand and teased and flicked at each one. Eleanor moaned into my mouth "EEEHHMMMMM"!!. Pushing the button repeatedly got no response. I went home, scheduled for the night shift at the gas station so I showered and went to work. Jen knocked on my door very late that night, I let her in. She was mildly crabby about me not answering the door a few nights earlier, I explained that I was exhausted. ‘So who was that girl?’ She asked me. ‘Tamara? Just a friend, she was helping me with my final.’ ‘I will just bet! You have lousy taste.’ She laughed at that, told me that’s what I get for.