Next day we meet. I wore black t-shirt and blue jean. She wore the same I can’t believe that. We exchanged our smile and we decide to go movie. In C...oimbatore we choose a theatre where no one at that and seating are like a comfortable sofa shaped. Only couples were allowed to seat on that.We went and we don’t speak for a while. First I placed my hand over her hand. She smiled and she hold my hand. I take some courage and placed my kiss on her cheeks. And put my hands on her shoulder. She breath. 'I can't see why not' I replied.He came over and sat on the arm of the chair and leant down to kiss me rubbing my groin with his left hand.'I hope I haven't blown things' He said.'Not at all.' I said unzipping his trousers. He had a semi hard-on. 'How are we going to play this?' I said. 'We're both kinda tops''I have a little game to see who fucks who if you'd like to try playing?''Ok, why not, what do we do?''Let's get naked first, it won't take you long' He smiled as I dropped my pants to the. I ran my fingertips lightly over his back, tickling slightly as though I were playing a piano, raising goosebumps all over his skin. He sighed with pleasure and buried his face between my milky white breasts, nuzzling the warm valley in between them. My hands slid up his back and into his straight, dark hair. I held his head between my breasts while he licked and kissed my tingling flesh. **** I was surprised to see him here, outside of a small convenience store. I wasn’t sure where he lived. She peppers each cheek with short sharp slaps. Kate’s ass is turning a bright, flushed, rosy pink shade. Vicky then parts Kate’s tightly clenched legs. From where we are sitting, we can see her hand plunge between them and palm her pussy. “So young lady,” she asks, “how does that feel?” Tears streaming down her face Kate answers, “That really hurt Ms. Chatwell.” “If it hurt so much why are you wet between your legs? I think that you are just a little lesbian slut.” “No. Ms. Chatwell don’t say.