As I looked in that direction, I was surprised to hear a woman's voice whisper, "Would you like to move back to our row and play?" She was sitting nex... to a man with his pants down around his ankles, her hand on his hard cock.I quickly moved to the seat next to her. She told me her name was Jenny and the man was her husband Johnny. She said she had a fantasy of seeing him with another man, and after a few drinks at the bar next door, decided to see what might happen at the theater. Then she. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha. Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that. My unexpected early arrival found her in the arms of another and after a flurry of ill contemplated accusations, we were soon on our separate ways. Fearing further confrontations, I eased my wheels into the unimposing parking lot and with a dash of cologne entered the dimly-lit room awash in the mid summers rain. My full intention was to drown my sorrows in solitude and seek solstice in the motel next door for the night.The entire day had been most uniquely revealing, and now, sitting peaceably. That’s Bugs,Bonnie’s dog. Come in and lets get some iced tea and getacquainted.”That was the first visit of many to the goat farm. Tomand Bonnie came back around lunch and got a good laughover the adventure. It seems that Becky was alwayspreaching to Bonnie about the gate latch. Catherineenjoyed the good natured exchange. Bonnie was Two yearsolder than Catherine but that didn’t seem to matter. Thetwo girls were destined to become good friends.There were not many kids.