I got there and the parking lot was packed, which means probably 40 or 50 cars. I put on my coat, got out of my car, put my hands in my coat pockets t... hold it down to cover my ass and not expose myself outside. I went in and paid, and the guy there didn't seem to notice my lack of shorts or sandals, and I walked right into the theater.The theater was packed, men everywhere, and in the back were probably a dozen men standing, some sucking each other already. I stood in front of them and. I kept sucking and gently stroking as he became more and more sensitive to my touch. Finally when I felt his quivers fade, and his shaft soften ever so slightly, I reluctantly let his cock slip from my lips. I swallowed once more and smiled at him, then gave the tip of his cock one last gentle lick to get the final drop of cum while I looked into his eyes.His smile said it all. I had made another man cum, and apparently I was quite good at it! He leaned down, grabbed my face, and I didn’t. Same long curly hair, same nice tits, and same height. She walked up to me, hug me says, “hello Mike.”“Mike, can I take a shower, you let mom.” Sure, I said and followed her down the hallway telling her I would get her a towel. As we entered the bedroom, she asked me to join her. I turned to look behind me. Jeannie was there too. She said I was wonderful and could help her daughter in different ways. I was smiling. Sara took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom.Sara helped undress me. His wife’s family was loaded (but she was ugly as hell) and he and his wife lived in the Fairfield area of Shreveport in one of those two story colonial style homes. As my wife got dressed that night I noticed instead of pantyhose like she always wore she was putting on a pair of black thigh high stockings. I said, “I have never seen you wear stockings, you always wear pantyhose.” She said, “Pantyhose are a pain in the butt at a party when you have to go pee.” She sarcastically said, “Maybe you.