Nervously you left me to my devices and I explored your home. It was pleasant and clean. In the back was a deck and small backyard that was overlooked... by my house on the hill. I found photos of family and friends on your mantelpiece. Sneaking into your bed I marveled at the stuffed toys on bed and how girly it was compared to my thoughts of you. Instead of the bedroom of a seductress it was a room that was full of frills and knick-knacks. I left a little guiltily realising that I had uncovered. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better dressed. Is it an art gallery? No, there had been no big windows to invite the public to see what. Keith smiled as he parted my legs by placing a hand to each of my thighs. He buried his face into my pussy and started to lick between my pussy lips. Keith buried his tongue in my pussy and used it like a small cock. In fact, I have had cocks smaller than his tongue lolI moaned loudly as he moved his fingers to my clit while tonguing out my pussy. His fingers toyed and pulled at my clit making it grow larger. When my clit had reached its full size he removed his tongue from my pussy then used. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case, the normal groups of popular kids stuck together and brushed off anyone else wanting to talk to them. So I decided that it was probably best just to stick with Mom and Dad and hopefully enjoy the game.The game was pretty weird compared to what I had seen on TV. For one thing the coaches were on the field some of the time rather than on the sidelines.There were also a lot more substitutions than what I expected, Rory only played the first half, he.