It was then I realized how ambiguous my last comment was, so he had to be messing with me."Oh, I meant I wish I could have a girl like that sucking my... dick," I clarified, hoping Terrence didn't think I was a homo coming on to him."Oh, that's what you meant?" he asked, sounding as if he didn't believe me. "I bet you'd also like to be the one sucking dick." Haha, no way man," I said, lying through my teeth, keeping my desires to myself. I could tell he was messing with me trying to get me to. I hadn't realised that Col had stopped until I felt his body pressing against my back of fire and his caressing breath upon my cheek. He whispered in my ear, "Well done little girl" I shivered at his voice, my floating mind used the sound as point of reference, an anchor to return me to the moment and my inner-core purred in satisfaction at the feeling of being dominated by such a strong force. I felt his hand reach between my legs, my excitement obvious in the multiple streams of telling. Thankfully, a minute was all that I needed before I could see what was around me in the room. To my right was a low budget film on a fairly small screen, and in front of me were rows of seats with people sporadically sitting here and there.I made my way into the back row and took a seat next to an older gentleman. I feel like I need to pause for a second to acknowledge that I know that some people prefer young, trim, and athletic guys. However, I am actually more turned on by older men - and I. When we made love again, it was slow, gentle and passionate. I kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples until she told me that they ached. I moved lower, lapping my tongue along her labia, darting it into her vaginal opening and then back out and up to her clit. I teased through her pubic hair, that luscious copper colored tangle of soft curls and then sucked her clit into my lips and tortured it with the tip of my tongue until she begged me to enter her.I moved slowly and yet firmly, I guess.