Seated,she turned toward him, her hands grasping his, her nails digging intohis skin. To someone watching at a distance, it looked like two younglove...rs, a Naval officer and his pretty girlfriend, enjoying eachothers' company."Okay, Ronald," she began. "I know what I am. Most of the things youcalled me are true. Hurtful, but true. Your calling me those thingsmade me look at myself as I really am. Daphne, a woman. Not Guy. Andnot a guy. Daphne, daughter of Sir Harold and Lady Denise. She pressed my head against her boobs even more,yeah! She was enjoying it. Meanwhile, she removed her jeans and standing naked in front of me.Then she removed a packet square in size from her bag and gave it to me. I didn’t know what it was because I had never seen them before let alone use. It was a packet of man-force condoms. She got to know I had no clue what so ever and smiled at me.She sat on her chair and pushed my head toward her pussy signalling to lick her . I was bit reluctant due to. It folded over andbecame heavy on her heart. "Ben, we were in an accident," she saidclutching his hand as though it might simply fly away. "We?" You don't remember? We went to the prom, you and me. We went togetherBen." Kim said. But Ben could only shake his head no, subtly." We wrecked... We were tossed from the car."Ben eyed her as he listened, studying her, his right eye dancing overher face. At last he said, "Come here." Ben," Kim cried anxiously, "I have too..." Kimberly, don't let. I was a 30 in good shape and horny. I wanted to get my nut off from someanonymous guy so, I hit a local adult theater. The operator knew men werehooking up in his cinema, there were several rows of seats, but there werealso open spaces to allow better access for the patrons to mess around.So, I paid my entry fee and entered the theater. There had to been abouthalf a dozen guys varying in ages. Couple guys in their 40s, few others inwho were middle aged and one who was the same age as me. I sat.