I need this.The entrance of the cinema showed brightly lit posters of women with just their pussies covered by stickers. She knew that inside the same...posters would be displayed with any obstruction. She turned into the entrance.A long-haired guy in a crumpled t-shirt looked at her from the ticket box. Seeing her he licked his lips."One ticket, please," she breathed."One movie or the full evening?" The full evening, please." You sure seem to need it, honey," he smirked while he pushed her. The only thing I did on the way back to the living room was to grab a towel to sit on.Once my girls and Jerry saw me carrying that towel, no one said anything about me being naked. I guess that has a lot to due with the fact that Jerry and I rarely wore clothes in the house after the girls become absolutes.I don't know if it was my body language or what, but Jerry and the girls kept giving me strange looks as we all started eating. I guess it was quite obvious that I had something important to. Clad in the standard olive drab uniform of this particular prison, it is reminiscent of the uniforms worn by some police units from the United States of America in the 21st century. The black boots on your feet are new and clean. Topping it all off, a belt loops around your waist carrying an archaic holstered HK45C pistol, extra magazines, your radio, a collapsed baton, and a flashlight.From a simple galactic police officer to an intergalactic correctional facility officer, this isn’t quite the. I took her there and then in the missionary position, on the river bank and made her cum again, this time just as I blew my load into her. When we'd finished, we got dressed again (Clare put her thong in her jeans pocket) and finished off the wine, before starting to amble back to our place.As we were walking back, we were talking about how we both liked the exhibitionist aspect of this and, as we turned into a little pedestrian alleyway which cut through to our street, Clare whipped her vest.