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Subject: {ASSM} The Cinema Revisited
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Date: Fri, 04 Sep 2015 05:10:03 -0400
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The Cinema  Revisited
 
    Alana and I  jostling each other as we queue up to the counter and pay 
for out tickets.   Seeing the looks of those behind the counter and the 
older people in line.   Disapproving of our banter and maybe even of our  
outfits. 
    Having  worked hard for our money at the local pharmacy and a chance to 
have a Friday  evening to just hang out at the local theater.  The movie 
not really  anything great; but being able to pay for it ourselves and not 
have an adult  overseeing us being one of the bestest things for  us. 
    My best  friend Alana, a slender blonde and junior varsity cheerleader. 
 Her bubbly  personality and sweet looks just winning everyone over.  Her 
athletic moves  assuring her of moving up to varsity in the next year.  Not 
even a JV  player myself, but on the freshmen team and not sure what my 
skills will bring  in the year to come.  My body still growing and tall for a 
freshman, but my  gawky body not working to polish my basketball skills.
    Arm and arm  buying a popcorn to share and a coke.  Alana smiling at a 
couple of boys a  few years older then us frosh.  Feeling a blush as she 
teases them with a  swing of her hips and the soft swish of her short skirt.  
Her toned thighs  flashing for a moment as we swing arm and arm into the 
dimness of the foyer of  the multi screen complex.
    Giggling and  hearing "shushs" from some of the patrons as we find seat 
to the back and side  away from the entrance from the foyer.  The smell of 
the older seats and  the brush of the crush material, tickling my thighs as 
we settle down with  whispers to await the start of the show.
    Halter tops  and short skirts exposing a lot of our still forming 
bodies.  Not your  blatant sexual femme fatales; to arouse a normal adult male; 
but enough to get  the hormones of high school boys a churning.  Alana 
looking to the entrance  to the theater and then tucking her head against my 
shoulder.  "They are  coming into this theater."  Her words not needing to say 
who, as I glance  to the doorway and see the two boys from outside looking our 
way and leaning to  talk to each other.
    Then Alana  giggling as they move across the small theater to where we 
are sitting.   "Mind if we sit by you?"  The boys already slipping into our 
row and  sitting alongside of Alana.
    The one boy  next to Alana whispering something into her ear to make 
her giggle.  The  other boy looking across them and waving a hello to me.  
Feeling a flush of  embarrassment and then giving a short wave back.
    The ads  scrolling across the screen as the lights dim a little in 
preparation for the  movie to begin.  Looking around and seeing a scattering of 
people in the  room.  Pretending to watch the screen and listen to the music 
as I nibble  at the popcorn.  More so trying to hear what Alana is saying 
to the  boy.
    Jumping in  guilt at being caught listening or trying to, as Alana 
leans over.  George  wants me to move over a seat so his friend Brad can sit 
next to you.  Is  that okay?"  Seeing the look on her face and knowing any 
answer; but "yes"  would be the wrong one.  Nodding and watching as they shift, 
Alana and  George one seat over and Brad moving to sit in the empty one by  
me.
    Nodding to  him and feeling shy as he introduces himself.  Wondering if 
this is now a  date as I look over at Alana and George and see them deep in 
 conversation. 
    The lights  dimming with the warning to be quiet and enjoy the show.  
The previews  flashing across the screen as my eyes adjust to the darkness.  
Looking  behind and seeing the theater is empty there, most people in the 
middle  front. 
    Feeling shy  as I try to think of something to say to 
Brad......thinking he is having the  same problem.  Just seeing his head turning to look at 
me and then back to  the screen.  For lack of anything to say, offering him 
some of the buttered  popcorn and a napkin to place it in.
    The main  attraction beginning as I pass the large tub of popcorn to 
Brad to pass to  George and Alana.  Feeling nervous as his hand brushes mine, 
barely knowing  this guy I am sitting next to in the darkened theater.
    Settling the  tub on my lap as I sit back to enjoy the movie.  Brad 
reaching for a  handful of buttery sweetness and feeling him drop some.  The 
soft flutter  of the fluffy corn on my thigh and then his hand touching my 
bare leg as he  picks up the scattered popped kernels.  A soft intake of 
breath, as his  nervous fingers skittered over the warm skin.  Reaching to help 
him pick up  that elusive puffs.
    Feeling  warm, but sweaty hand as it rests on my thigh for a few 
seconds, then watching  it lift to his seat, as if having touched a hotplate.  
Wondering as a few  minutes later he drops more of the popcorn on my lap and in 
my seat.  His  hand reaching for the errant pieces and again touching my 
bare leg and the side  of my ass, lifting a piece of popcorn from the corner 
of my  seat.
    Seeing him  watching as I lift my hand to my mouth and absently lick my 
fingers clean of the  greasy butter.  Setting the container on the floor 
between us as I wipe  them on a napkin.  Becoming more nervous and also 
excited as I see his  glance turning to me; but knowing his eyes aren't on my 
face; but on my bare  legs.
    His hand  finally resting again my bare leg, no pretense that he is 
retrieving  popcorn.  His fingers warm and nervous against my skin.  Pretending 
 that I don't notice his hand as I glue my eyes to the screen.  But aware 
of  every movement of his hand and body.
    Not sure  what to do or say.  Looking to Alana and seeing her kissing 
George briefly,  then holding hands.  Feeling the movement of the hand on my 
mid  thigh.  The fingers brushing the skin, the hand moving up a little  
higher.
    Catching my  breath, again wondering if I should take his hand away; 
but not wanting to for a  variety of reasons.  Wondering what is next in this 
game of touchy  feely.  Wondering when I should stop the advance of his 
digits on my  leg.  Vowing to myself that when it reaches the hem of my short 
skirt I  will stop him.  Looking over to Alana again and seeing she is in a 
tight  cinch with Geroge and not likely to give me any guidance.
    Trapping  Brad's hand with mine as it nudges at my skirt.   Holding it 
to my  thigh as he tries to move higher.  My whole body warm with the 
emotional  stress of not knowing how to handle this situation.  All the talking 
and  giggling that Alana I have done about this happening, never touched on 
what to  really do or not do.
    Taking a  deep breath and lifting his hand from my thigh.  Standing up 
and saying, "I  will be right back", to Brad and Alana and George if they 
are paying any  attention.  Slipping past the necking pair and walking to the 
back of the  theater and out to the lobby.  Pushing the Women's room door 
open moving to  the sink.  Using my hands to cup cold water against the heat 
of my  cheeks.  A soft sigh as I think on the last few  minutes. 
    Knowing that  I am a little excited and ashamed that I didn't stop the 
strange boy from  touching me so familiarly.  I harder know him and he as 
touched my thigh  and worse he as made me bothered by his touch.  Not wanting 
to even say to  myself that I am "wet" from his touch.
    I know from  exploration of my body what my reaction is.  I know from 
mutual touches  with Alana that I am at the early stages of being turned on, 
from masturbating  in private.
    Not even  wanting to touch the middle panel of my panties, as I am sure 
I will find them a  bit damp.  Another sign of my distress is the hard 
pebbles of my nipples  against the restraint of my halter top.  Looking in the 
mirror at my unruly  nipples, then down to the darts of my nipples against 
the fabric.  Cursing  to myself for not wearing my training bra.  At least 
they wouldn't be  sticking out so noticeably.
    Walking back  to the theater and my seat, so conscious of my breasts as 
they press against the  top.  Feeling a flush of embarrassment as I slip 
into the aisle and notice  that the seating has changed.  Brad is at the end 
of the row against the  wall, then an empty seat and George next to that and 
Alana to the  outside.
    Alana,  giving me the pucker lips, teasing me as I go past her.  
Telling me in our  code that I should kiss him.  Slapping her leg intentionally 
and then  pushing past George to sit down again in the adjusted  seating.
    Leaning back  into the my seat and not looking at Brad, as I pretend to 
be interested in the  movie.  My mind not on the movie; but more on my 
reaction to the boy's hand  on my leg.  Reminded of it physically by feeling it 
again against the  outside of my thigh.  Then the slow movement of it to the 
top of the thigh  and fingers grasping at the inside.
    Turning to  Brad as my hand covers his, eyes meeting his eyes and  then 
his lips  touching mine as he leans close.  Feeling unprepared as my lips 
are dry,  trying to wet them with my tongue as he leans closer.  His lips not 
only  finding mine open; but my tongue tip against his lips as  well. 
    His hand  squeezing my thigh as he pushes his tongue to my lips and 
into my mouth.   Feeling the tongue enter the warm wet sanctuary.  Virgin 
territory to all  boys.  Just Alana has french kissed me as we practiced kissing 
last year in  eight grade just to see how it felt and not be ignorant.
    Feeling a  hitch in my breathing as I open my mouth more and his tongue 
feeds into  it.  My eyes looking into his from inches away.  Hoping the 
fear that  I feel is not mirrored in my eyes.  Pulling back and taking a deep  
breath.  Feeling damn sweat warming my underarms as I want to panic and run  
back to the Ladies Room. 
    As I sit  back in my seat, Brad leans over the arm rest and presses his 
lips to mine  again.  His free hand moving to my waist, touching the bare 
skin exposed  beneath my halter.  Then as we sit sucking face, feeling his 
hand slip up  to cup the small swell of my left breast.  My reaction a gulp as 
I feel the  fingers against the clothed flesh, and then his finger rubbing 
against the quite  noticeable bump of my nipple.  I forgot to mention maybe, 
even though I  have just bumps for breasts, my nipples are well formed as 
are my areola.   Large for what they set upon.
    My hand  grasping my armrest, knowing I should pull his hand away from 
my body.   Feeling two fingers now rolling and then pinching the nipple, as 
I jump in my  seat with a jolt of pain, and also a little pleasure.  
Reyaching to lift  his hand off of my breast and looking around to see that George 
and Alana both  are grinning.  Feeling annoyed that they have seen  this.
    His hand on  my thigh still moving slowly up and down a few inches, 
massaging the warm  flesh.  My legs together as he presses his hand down to the 
vee formed by  the closed legs.  Relenting slowly after repeated pressure 
and opening my  legs a couple of inches to let his hand move now upward on my 
thigh.  The  seconds long minutes as I look down and seeing his hand 
inching higher and  higher. 
    Finding the  hem of my short skirt, and then pushing it up my thigh.  I 
can feel the  tension in my legs and a trembling as he wrinkles the skirt.  
My hand  finding life and reaching to grasp his and place it back on his 
side of the  armrest.  His hand placing mine on his thigh now.  Feeling the 
rough  material of his shorts and his bare hairless thigh against the palm of 
my hand  now.  Looking at my hand and feeling it burning at the touch, so 
intimately  of a boy's body.
    Then his one hand resting on mine as his hand closest to me again moves 
over the armrest in a  tangle of crossed arms to touch the skin of my thigh 
again.&  Hands resting  unmoving for a time, then feeling his hand moving 
up my thigh one more  time.  My legs opening seemingly on their own, as he 
reaches the pushed up  hem of my skirt and moves the material higher. 
    Sucking in  my breath in anticipation of I don't know what.  Both his 
hand moving  now.  One on my thigh and one on his hand on his thigh.  Both 
moving  upwards of different legs.  My eyes going wide as I try to decide 
which  hand of his is most dangerous.
    My hand  digging into the hand rest, as my other trembles as I feel 
something against my  wrist and afraid of what it might actually be.  Looking 
to his lap and  seeing the material of his shorts bulging where my hand 
rests.  Then to my  lap and feeling the touch of his fingers against the panel of 
my panties.   Trapping his hand with my thighs as I close them to keep the 
fingers from doing  more.
    My hard  nipples aching pressing against my halter, as his fingers roll 
the one roughly  in his fingers.  The long fat nub, hard and thrusting from 
the small soft  bump.  Closing my eyes as I feel his hand pulling mine over 
the bulge in  his shorts.  Feeling the outline of his erect penis against 
the warm palm  of my hand.  Fingers conforming to trace the outline as he 
moves my hand  slowly up and down. 
    Feeling a  finger scratching against my swollen labia, not much 
movement; but enough  to  make me "mewl" softly in my closed mouth.  Taking a deep 
breath  and then letting it out as I find my arms and legs tense with 
anticipation,  fear, guilt.  Not sure what emotions are rioting in my head as I 
touch my  first cock and have a boy touch my pussy for the first time.  
Thinking to  myself how I am now practicing frottage (touching sexual parts 
through  clothing). 
     Eyes  trying to stare at the screen, the unfolding movie.  But really 
looking  down at my lap and Brad's lap and then a sidelong glance to George 
and  Alana.  Not knowing how to stop what is moving forward, slowly it is 
true;  but advancing my sexual experience all the same. 
    Brad leaning  to whisper into my ear, "open your legs Patrice."  His 
breath warm against  my ear and cheek.  Feeling the heat of my face, burning 
with a warmth, as I  slowly release the tension of my thighs.  Feeling his 
hand nudging higher  and rubbing slowly against the full pouty lips of my  
pussy. 
    Biting back  another moan, as I feel his finger tip or knuckle rubbing 
the slit, nudging it  way to spread my cunny lips, then feeling a finger 
pulling at the leg hole of my  panty.  Lifting it and feeling the warm finger 
against my bare  labia. 
    My mind  concentrating on his light touch of my body, that I haven't 
paid attention to  his hand on mine in his lap and feeling him lifting my hand 
up and shift in his  seat.  My hand dropping back down to his thigh and 
feeling the warmth of  his...cock against my fingers.  His penis head running 
down the pants leg  of his shorts.  The warm spongy head, I swear is pulsing 
against the inside  of my fingers.  His hand lifting from mine and pulling 
his shorts up  higher, exposing not only the mushroom shaped cap; but now the 
smooth cylinder  of his shaft.
    The soft  warm skin overlaying a harder engorged core, hearing my 
intake of breath and his  as my fingers touch the fat knobby head and the shaft.  
Bolder are my  fingers as they play stroke along the shaft, slipping under 
the pants leg of his  shorts and seeking the source of this masculine 
mystery.  Marveling at the  difference of the squishy little penis' of the young 
boys I have baby sit and  now this one.
    Not sure if  a grunt of surprise or a whimper, as his finger strokes 
along my swollen  lip.  Using my free hand to tug at my panties as I lift on 
my seat, easing  the tightness of the constriction around my leg holes and 
middle panel.  My  legs trembling as the finger pad, now presses between my 
fat lips.  Feeling  the wetness of my walls as his finger slips inside of me 
to the first  knuckle.  My legs spreading wide to touch the armrests on 
either  side.  Easing his finger, now fingers as they explore the full pouty lips 
 and the entrance to my warm moist tunnel.
    His hand  working the button and zipper of his fly, pushing it down as 
he lifts in his  seat.  The shorts slipping from his narrow waist to expose 
the soft down of  his pubic area and then the base of his penis.  His hand 
easing the hard  member back through his pant leg and watching as it pops 
free and sways against  his flat tummy.
    My eyes  taking it in the dimness of the theater and looking at my 
first real "hard on"  as it stands upright from his lap.  My hand moving to try 
to encircle the  smooth shaft.  His hand guiding mine as he pulls it up the 
shaft and back  down.  "Spit in your hand, it will make it slide easier."  
My hand  moving to my mouth and dripping saliva into the small palm.  Then 
moving  back to the swaying cock, hearing his grunt as I rub my spittle on the 
 shaft.  My hand moving up and down the shaft faster, feeling his hand stop 
 my movement and guide me to a rhythm. 
    My body  shifting to the edge of my seat as I slouch, and ease my 
crotch forward.   His fingers slipping deeper into my opening.  Feeling the 
delightful touch  of them against my silky walls as he saws them in and out past 
his second  knuckle.
    Turning my  head to George and Alana and seeing them watch me, as I 
"jack" the hard cock, my  legs wide allowing Brad to poke at my pussy.  Feeling 
my face flushing with  heat, the cheeks I know rosy red as I sit 
embarrassed; but still stroking the  cock in my small hand.  My long slender fingers 
circling the warm  pole. 
    Feeling the  other hand of Brad's now at my chest.  Pushing at the 
halter top and  training bra.  Trying to touch my breast or should I say nipple 
from below  and above.  Leaning forward in my seat and letting him slip his 
fingers  behind me, fumbling as only a boy woould with the clasps.  Reaching 
back  and undoing the bra, feeling the tight band ease on my chest and 
hanging loosely  in my halter. 
    His hand  slipping into my halter and finding the hard nubs of my 
nipples.  Moaning  loudly as his fingers roll the ultra sensitive tip with his 
fingers, pullling  and tugging at the almost flat breast.  My legs quivering 
as I feel the  jolts of sensation in my core. 
    Knowing my  body from much experimenting, that I will have an orgasm if 
he keeps up the  touching of my nipple.  My whole body trembling as I feel 
the spasm deep  inside of me.  A quick spasm, hoping he doesn't understand 
what just  happened.
    Helpless now  as he moves to the other nipple as his hand is coated 
with my leaking  juices.  Brad looking around as he slips his arm behind me on 
my  seat.  His other hand slipping free and as he lifts up, pushes his 
shorts  and underwear down to the tops of his thighs.  The long thick cock, 
waving  proudly in the tangle of pubic hair.  It looked long and thick to me  
anyway.
    My hand  stroking the shaft as I have added more spittle to the shaft.  
Working it  into the skin as I continue to jack his engorged prick.  His 
mouth leaning  to my ear, as he pulls me to him.  "You could lube it better if 
you used  your mouth direct."  His teeth nipping my ear lobe, his warm 
breath blowing  against my ear and cheek.  Looking at the swollen muscle, as he 
urges my  body down more, slowing bending me to his will as his hand reaches 
behind me and  massages my nipple and the other still rubbing  at the folds 
of my  wettening labia. 
    Using my  free hand and lifting his from the opening of my tunnel to 
place it over the  spot of my hooked pearl.  Showing him how to rub the smooth 
tissue.   My whole body cringing in sensation as he presses hard on my clit 
and rolls my  nipple in his fingers. 
    Feeling  myself weakening, knowing that George and Alana, and who else 
know that I am not  shrinking, but slipping slowly from sight as I he bends 
me more to his  lap.  The musk of his confined organs, strong as my nostrils 
flare.   Barely a few inches from the swollen cock now.  The prick looking 
so much  bigger the closer I get to it. 
    Then  resisting his pushing and feeling my body jerk as he exerts more 
pressure.   The warm spongy head caressing my cheek for a moment.  Mewling 
like a  kitten as he shifts my body to feel his cock again against my face 
and closed  lips.  Holding me to his crotch.  Eyes adjusting and seeing the 
base  of his cock, the veins bulging from the smooth sides.  The hairy sack  
containing his balls.
    "That's it  Patrice, touch it with your tongue, it won't bite.  Just a 
touch, go  ahead."  My hand still grasping the hard shaft, as my tongue 
peeks from  between my lips and touches the warmth of the swollen shaft.  
Feeling him  jerk in his seat at the touch.  His cock twitching against my  face.
    "Again,  touch it again.  Lube it good with your spit."  His whispers 
louds in  my ears, feeling his hand slipping between my legs and rubbing the 
hot swollen  lips, wet with my grease.
    My tongue  extending to swipe against the shaft, feeling the soft skin 
and then again,  another swipe.  Each movement of my tongue easier as I 
relax my lips to let  it move from base to the overhang of the glan.  His aroma 
so strong of his  sweat and maybe urine and his special musk. 
    Pulling the  head down to rub it on my lips, feeling it parting them 
and then the spongy  crown pushing at the partially open mouth.  My eyes going 
wide as I feel  the head pushing against my wide mouth and then popping 
into my warm wet  opening.
    The head  filling my mouth, bulging my cheeks as I suckle it like a 
teat.  Feeling  the heat of my body as I think that I am sucking cock, giving a 
blow job.   My cunt tensing and squeezing at the fingers tips at my 
entrance.  Trapping  the fingers just inside my pussy.
    Feeling a  hand behind my head and then pushing me down on the shaft.  
Feeling a panic  attack as the spongy head goes deeper in my mouth.  My 
tongue pinned to the  bottom of my mouth as he eases pressure on my head and I p
ull back.  Then  pushing me down the shaft again.  A slow rhythm as I feel 
my nose brushing  his pubic hair.  Wondering how much is in my mouth, as I 
gag and choke,  sputtering with tears leaking down my cheeks.   Pulling back  
frantically the head popping free as I cough and choke.
    Not thinking  as George hands me the soda and I sip slowly.  Then 
realizing that he and  Alana know what I have been doing.  No way they couldn't; 
but it never  entered my thoughts to now.  Giggling as I wonder if they will 
drink from  the soda now as I wipe my mouth.
    Then feeling  Brad guiding me to his lap again.  My mouth opening 
automatically and  taking his crown into my warm hole.  Sucking with my cheeks 
and bobbing up  and down in his lap, as his fingers control the movement of my 
head and continue  to tease my aching nipple.
    Not able to  resist, as he work me up and down his prick.  My orgasm so 
close as I  squeeze my legs tight.  Spasming hard as he pinches my nipple  
hard.   My body shaking with the release. 
    "I am going  to cum Patrice.  Seal your lips."  His hand holding my 
head halfway  down his shaft as I feel the head swell in my mouth and then the 
first spurt of  warm creamy seed.  Eyes wide as another spurt follows and I 
swallow.   Tasting the salty cream, and then another spurt of ropy cream.  
Losing  track of his jerks as I suckle on the end of his cock.  Feeling the 
last  seed oozing from the softening head.  Sucking some more and then 
lifting my  head, as his hand pressure is  released.
    Looking at him,  wanting to lean in and kiss him as my tongue cleans my 
mouth and teeth of the  thick cream.  Watching as he pulls his shorts up 
and buttons and zip them  over his rapidly shrinking penis.  His fingers 
pulling from my entrance as  he sits back.  Not interested in my body anymore it  
seems.
    Feeling the aching of my nipples  and the unsatisfied pit of sensation 
in my pussy.  Biting my lower lip, as  I try to figure what I did wrong to 
have him lose interest.  My clothing  still disarrayed as I look at the 
screen hard, trying not to show my  disappointed.
    Alana leaning over George and  whispering in my ear.  "Would you do 
that for George?"  Looking at  her, shocked.  My best friend asking me to suck 
the cock of the boy she is  sitting with.  "Please, Patrice.  I would so owe 
you."  Her words  pleading, entreating me. Her mock sad face, changing as I 
say,  "yes''
    As  she sits down, feeling George's hand reach for mine and place it on 
the obvious  bulge of his hard on.  Feeling my nipples aching more, pulsing 
almost with  sensation.  As George wiggles his shorts down and exposes his 
aroused  organ.
    Not  looking at Brad, as I slip out of my seat and kneel on the sticky  
floor.   Feeling the goo adhering to my bare legs as I lower my head  into 
George's lap and take his warm head into my mouth.  tongue swiping  over and 
around the fat glan.  Tasting that male musk again.  My head  bobbing 
feverishly up and down on his cock, sucking my cheek in and out as I  humm on his 
trapped cock head.  Feeling more confident and using my  fingernails to 
press his sensitive flesh as I jerk his cock ahead of my  mouth.  Fingers 
working up and down his length.  Then reaching between  his legs and massaging 
his nuts.  Hearing his words "gentle, be  gentle."  Carefully rolling the 
roundish balls with my fingers.  Then  lowering my head with a soft pop, as his 
cock swings free and sucking on the  delicate morsels of his balls.
    Feeling him finally pull my head  back up and force my mouth over the 
warm wet flesh of his cock.  Bobbing in  a slow rhythm, feeling his cock 
swelling, already knowing that is a sign he is  going to shoot his load.  
Preparing for the thick creamy goo, taking the  first load in my mouth and then 
the next, then feeling him jerking my head, and  the next spurts of warm seed, 
coating my face and hair.  Tongue and lips  trying to catch the errant 
prick as it bounces against my face, oozing more of  his seed.
    Using my fingers to circle the  base and drawing them slowly up the 
shaft in a tight ring.  Licking  greedily at the last drops as they ooze slowly 
out of the pee hole.   Sitting back down in my seat for a few seconds, as 
George settles his private  again in his shorts. 
    Standing and excusing myself as I  go to the rest room and in the 
confinement of a stall, savagely fuck my pussy  with my long slender fingers.  My 
thumb rubbing my clit, as my other hand  ravages my nipple into an earth 
shattering climax.  My whole body shaking  and quivering as my walls contract 
on my fingers.......releasing my nipple and  bracing my hand against the 
door, as I feel another release.  Too weak to  fight the spasms, my fingers 
picking at the sensitive flesh, till I lean forward  and moan, my body shaking 
with the barest touch of my  fingers.
    Nipples  too hard and sensitive to touch as I try to clasp my bra 
against the hard  tips.  Feeling the exquisite pain of sensitivity making me  
jerk with  the slightest touch. 
    Splashing water on my face and  nipples and between my legs to cool 
myself and relieve the tension.  Then  walking back to my seat and sipping 
again from the soda.  It seems it is  mine alone for the rest of the 
movie............
 
 
    
    
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