They were such troublemakers that some of the local town's folk had not so affectionately started calling them the "Red Tornados", partly because of t...e red hair they all had but mostly because everywhere they seemed to go violence and disaster followed them.Jimmy jumped out of the back of the pickup truck, staggered a bit, recovered his balance and then held the beer can he was holding upside down above him as he gulped down its contents. When the can was empty, he summarily threw the beer can. ‘Name? Name?’ This time the pretty face stumbled over the words. ‘Oh, yes, right. The name. Everyone has a name don’t they? I have a name … you have a name … we all have names.’ She looked about but there was no one to enjoy her embarrassment, other than the writer who smiled and chuckled and looked up at her as if she were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. ‘Right! Jayne … my name’s Jayne … with a ‘y.’ Like Mansfield the old-time sex-symbol movie star.’ Jon looked up at her, completely. You’re moaning softly letting me take control. My cock goes all the way inside you, right up to my balls. My hands are running over your back and shoulders again. We look at each other in the mirror your biting your lip, I grab hold of your boob and squeeze it as I start to move my hips back and forward. Before long we’re both moaning, your back is arched and I can see your boobs in the mirror bounce as I thrust into your tight pussy with my hard cock. “Oh fuck, this is fucking hot,” I say as. She was week in the knees and very wobbly as we walked past all the audience to the other side of the theater. We settled in the second row, out of “harms way” and I whispered “what did you think, how did it feel?” She was still shaking from the deep cum and the excitement of the experience on the other side of the theater. She couldn’t help thinking that this was a fantasy fulfilled but she needed some time just with me now so the other hungry men in the theater.