If being with you means I have to be bad, then I don't wanna be good."But then Alan added, "I love your face. I dream about it every night. That's why... I can't wait to fuck it." He scooted up further."What?! Alan, please, no!" It's only fair. I gave you oral pleasure, now it's your turn to do the same. Isn't that what superheroines are all about, fairness and justice?" Yes, but..."He continued to slowly work his way back up her body, kissing and fondling as he went.The anticipation for Christine. She scooted in next to him laying where they were in contact from their lips, to their toes. She threw one leg over him and ground her pelvis into him. The kiss was longer, deeper, and wetter than previously shared. He had one arm under her neck, and the other around her waist. She had one under his shoulder, and pulled his face into her to kiss him even harder. Their tongues fought, and lost, a battle, to a draw. Neither cared who the victor was.Suddenly she turned around and re-positioned. . Also no calls, nothing...A night we met (incidentally) in a coffee shop of the neighborhood... I go close to him and whisper to coming out with me... We walking almost 5 minutes and we went to sit on a bench in aν unfrequented park. We were silent for almost 10 or maybe more minutes. I decide to start a conversation...I ask him what he think about our first time... He was blushing and put his eyes down... After that I pull him to my side and I hugged him tenderly also I put a quick kiss on. By this time (early 70's) the movies were showing a lot more graphic sex movies, "the Devil in MIss Jones" "Deep Throat" etc. I got married but continued secretly going to the theater every week. By the time a couple years went by there were men now openly masturbating those who would sit next to them but I was too shy for that so I just watched and took care of myself. By now I had divorced and remarried and still going to the theater when I discovered the Paris theater on Summer Ave. There I.