The next day at three I was waiting anxiously in front of the theatre, looking as good as I thought I could. My hair was pulled up into a high, off-ce...ntre ponytail (it was the eighties, after all), I had on a just-above-the-knee length denim skirt, and a blue blouse. My face was caked in all the make-up Michelle and I had been able to figure out how to apply, from eyeliner to foundation; I had scrupulously covered up every zit, and you could even notice my eyes through the thick glasses. I. Donald pulls her panties from her and tosses them by his pants. This is getting to be a habit with them when they enter a new state; Emma’s panties are quickly gone.He rubs his fingers up and down her slit feeling it get wetter and wetter; she is so ready so quickly. He is aware that they do not have that much time, but both are pumped for this already.He leans over Emma, lifting her legs to press against her armpits spread apart and guides his cock into her awaiting damp cave. She cries. Softly, gently at first, then deeper and harder. My heart was racing, not once did I think that he was older than my Grandad. My only thought was how excited I was becoming. I knew he was becoming as excited as I was, his breathing became heavier and his hands were running up and down my back. He dipped his head and started to kiss and bite my neck. I was so turned on. I wanted to touch him, to let my hands roam his body. I could feel through his shirt that he was a man who had taken. One thing I told him I wanted to try was have my boyfriend eat me out. He said, as our lips parted, that he wanted to try it too. He squirmed out from under me and I slid my butt across the seat till I was laying down and he sat down and leaned over between my legs. I arched my back and he tugged off my panties, which were already beginning to get damp. He leaned down as I watched, and suddenly, his tongue was teasing up and down the outside of my lips. It felt great! Especially when I parted.