He didn't want to imagine what she could do to him.Nÿte stopped and turned her head. For a moment Phil thought those empty black eyes were staring di...ectly into his soul. Then she turned away and carried on walking down the corridor, her deportment as regal as a queen's.Rosa and Verdé waited until the clicking sound of her heels had faded away before ushering Phil out from their hiding place in the alcove."You should stay out of her way," Verdé said."Pleasure and pain are a little mixed up for. I guessed there to be seating for about two-dozen people.As we moved down the aisle, my eyes scanned the room. I counted eight others in the theater, all men, and all sitting alone isolated from each other. It looked like the usual assortment of guys that one commonly finds hanging out in such an establishment. All eyes in the room seemed to divert from the screen to me, as hubby guided me to a seat in the front row. I am a mid 40s redhead, with as tight a bod as one might expect for a woman. Jenny knew what I was doing and giggled. Pulling my balls out of her mouth, I slipped my body lower and wiped my cock on her lips and across her nose.Jenny didn't miss a beat and continued to lick. Her tongue slipped around my shaft and wet my fingers as I held my warm cock to her face. Her tongue felt great and my cock leaked pre-cum on her forehead."I'm going to give you a 'mushroom tattoo' on your forehead," I joked, looking at my engorged cock head against her flawless skin. Taking my hand,. Harriet and he had travelled back in the bus with the others; Mandy had managed to nab the seat beside him and, despite intending all sorts of activities on the way back (involving hands down shorts), they had fallen asleep together as had most of the bus. It had been an exhausting summer.At Penn Station in Baltimore, Charles and the Bentley waited to collect Harriet and Clive. They travelled in style to the house just outside with a frontage down to the water. Dinner was relaxed and pleasant..