are her emerald green eyes, coupled with a mouth that seems to have a permanent seductive upturn at the corners. Everything about Kari screams sensuality, right down to her soft sexy voice. We dated for about 18 months, enjoying each other's company as well as bodies, finally parting good friends. Kari called me the other night, asking if I was interested in a movie on Friday night. Not having made plans, I agreed to shemale shemale pick her up at six-thirty. When Friday rolled around, I was relaxed, not needing to "make and impression" on her. I showed up dressed in jeans and a button-front shirt. Kari was similarly dressed, but with a thin cotton blouse. We looked over the paper, trying to decide which movie to see. After a few minutes of thumbing through the ads, Kari looked at me and pointed her finger at an adult-movie title. "How about a dirty studs shemale movie?" She laughed, running her tounge over her teeth. "Sure. Let's go." I said, trying to call her bluff. To my surprise, Kari grabbed her purse and started turning off the lights in her apartment. "Are you serious?" I asked. I'd thought she'd been joking with me, since we hadn't done anything more intimate in the last two years other than kiss lightly. "Sure. Why not?" She said. "I've never seen one in a theater before." I tried to gay studs shemale explain that sometimes people in the movies did things that she might find shocking. She gave me her patented "I'm a big-girl" look, and I finally agreed. The summer night was warm, so I put the top down on the Mustang and drove us to the theater (the top went back up of course). I paid the admission, over Kari's protests, and we went inside, peering through the gloom. We paused to let our eyes adjust, and finally mature men galleries shemale moved towards the back
