In truth, she didn’t care. Identities of the men were of little matter and contrary to her cause. She’d simply walked in, ordered a drink, removed...her wedding ring and sat down in a booth. Within two minutes she was playing tonsil hockey with a young Spaniard.Her finger rubbed her g-spot, as she remembered how gloriously thick the cock was, that belonged to the Spaniard. Uncircumcised, the thick foreskin rolling over the head and then exposing it again as she stroked it to life, getting him. “I hear you’re looking for Tom Olivet?”“That’s right Commander, please have a seat. Would you like something to eat? Drink? This pilsner is rather good. I think you would enjoy it. My treat, by the way. I know what it’s like to be between jobs.”As he sat down, he was closely looking me over. “Wilma, pilsner, bitte.” he called out.The rather stout waitress came out and put a liter mug down. She stood there, rubbing her fingers together. “I’ve got it Ma’am. Just add it to my bill.”“Ja ja, still. ”He glanced at his wrist-watch and gave her hand a squeeze, “Hey we should get moving! He said, We’d better drink up!”Janet slowly drained her glass, her face screwing up against the alcohol on her throat.The cinema was close by and in the cinema’s foyer he got seats for the upper circle.Janet had only ever been to her local cinema; never one so posh, with a lavish entrance and a grand staircase to the upper circle. She felt quite excited.Charlie took her hand and they climbed the curving. Holding her pubes in the palm of my hand, I started to push my index finger in and out between her labia lips.“Ufff!” she moaned as she slid her bum forward toward the edge of the seat and opened her legs wide to give me plenty of room.“Do you watch porn? I asked nonchalantly as I played with her pussy.“Oh, yes, all the time!” she replied excitedly. I couldn’t believe my luck, a fuckbuddy who watched porn. “No doubt you do too!” she added.“Of course, I’m a man, aren’t I?” I replied and she.