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There's a place in Houston on 290-West that I went to a few times and saw a 'lady' there twice on Friday nights. She was dressed in full-on 50s librarian garb, pencil skirt, girdle, hose, and heels, with a high-necked white blouse buttoned all the way up (think 'Tootsie'). The first time I saw her, nobody approached her, and after a while, after sitting primly with hands clasped on her purse in her lap, she left. Weeks, months later, I saw her again, and I thought, hmmm, why not? So I moved over next to her (a real project because of the design of the seats) and took out my cock and began stroking. My leg touched hers, she didn't pull away. My hand on her leg, she didn't pull away. I moved it farther up to her crotch, and found an 8" cock straining to get out from under that open-bottom girdle! About the same time, her hand found my own dick, and soon she replaced her hand with her red-lipsticked mouth. She had to be careful she didn't knock her Tootsie glasses off while she was going down on me! After a bit she came up for air, and I soon had that glorious eight inches in my own mouth. But she was not to be denied, and soon I was shooting stream after stream of jizz into that gorgeous mouth, as my hands stroked her bearded cheeks! All this was taking place in the next-to-last row of the theater, as several other guys and one other m/f couple looked on, stroking.