I had expected him to get up walk the row and come into mine. Instead he climbed over the seat. Once seated he looked down at my lap. It was then I...realized, I was sitting under one of the theatre lights. Although the light was dim, one could see clearly, my cock and balls were out of my pants as were my new friend.“Would you like to go to a motel?” He asked.“No.” I managed to reply.“You have a beautiful cock.” He said as he brushed over the side of my dick.He grasped my cock with his. "That may well be," Claire voiced with determination, "But Felipe makes a good point. If you do go, it should not be alone!" What can he do Clair?" Carmen interrupted carelessly. "Shall I be in greater danger ashore than aboard, between the fort there, and the fleet beyond, there is little hope of the Maidens Revenge slipping out of this harbor should Morgan not allow it."Felipe clenched his hands. "Why did we have to sail here?" he cried, with a touch of bitterness. "Blanchart is not worth it!. I’d seen this a few times before, in Texas when they would put out tornado alerts. ‘Yea, there might be. That color does mean it’s possible. We’ll just have to keep an eye open. I don’t care to be running from any tornado. It’s not like we’re real storm chasers.’ Chasing storms is not what Kim and I do for a living. We just love to watch them as they roll across the flatland. When a weather bulletin would flash across the screen, we’d grab the keys and head in that direction. Crazy? Maybe, but. Midway through her meal she requested another drink.“Move that sexy ass and get me another glass of wine. I love your hair by the way. It frames your face well. And you smell so pretty too.”Amy had instructed me to use the same perfume I had insisted she wear when our roles were reversed.“Thank you. Will there be anything else?”As I placed the wine in front of her, Amy grabbed my panty-covered ass.“After I am finished with dinner, clean up and meet me in the bedroom. I need a massage.”Amy.