The cum stains on my wife’s blouse were quite obvious, and helped to show off her nipples even more than just the sheer blouse. The material was glu...d to her tits as we walked into the theater. The counter guy just waved us in as he clearly noticed her tits.We strolled around the theater a bit, guys gazing at my slut wife, their eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the cum stains highlighting her tits and nipples even in the dim light.I finally took her up to the balcony and entered the row of. Mostly Christmas eve was D-day for the 'keep Alison Hartnet alive' project. I sat behind my rifle, looking through the scope at the FBI agent who was sitting in a glider on the Hartnet/Vander front porch. Christmas eve ticked down to midnight, then it became Christmas. I guess some people were at church. We were here sighting down a sniper rifle hoping to get a shot at some bad guys.I had taken my eye off the scope and was rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes when Arti jostled my elbow. I took. ‘Ah, right.’ The woman nodded when Melissa finished her explanation. ‘Dad said Ebberlea had grown a fair bit. He lived here for a while, you know. Before he moved Down Under.’ ‘Really?’ Glancing across at the woman’s father, Melissa saw he’d turned to listen. ‘Years and years ago. But that’s one of the reasons we came in here,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Isn’t it Dad?’ she added, lifting her voice. ‘You’ve actually been here before, haven’t you?’ ‘A very long time ago,’ he called back, strolling. Umayyah answered her hand returning to rub at her crotch through her skirt. “Do you want to watch? Though if you’re horny, I figure you could just walk in there.”“Alicia’s having her fun,” I said. “We’ll have ours tomorrow. Now I need one of your whores distracting the swim team’s coach after school.”“Of course,” Mrs. Umayyah said. “Leyla would love to do that.”“Your daughter is as big a slut as you are,” I said, grinning.Becky YatesEveryone stared at me, especially girls I knew who had.