It was a strange relationship.We use to call each other BABAY, SWEETHEART, SHONA and all as if we are a couple, but nothing happened with us that time...as neither I had courage to talk frankly nor did she. I always use to admire her perfectly round boobs and booties. Many times I use to masturbate imagining that I was sucking her boobs, fucking her hard, having passionate kiss, having bath together and what not. All those things remained fantasies and nothing else.After HSC, our paths got. Lydia paid for the tickets, and they walked into the dark theater. The film played on the big screen.Michael and Lydia found a seat in the middle of the theater. There were about three other men who were there. Most of the men were older—men who were in their sixties.After they sat down, all the men moved to where they sat. One guy sat on the other side of Lydia, and the two other men sat behind her. Lydia wasted no time and removed her dress. She sat naked in the theater, unzipped. I rubbed my cock-head into her crack, massaging the little drop of pre-cum into her asshole. She let out a moan of pleasure as she felt my touching her dry, tight asshole with my cock. I slowly jerked my cock up and down in Cyndi's tight crack, between the smooth mounds of her ass. I worked my hips up and down, stroking Cyndi's asshole with my shaft."That feels good," whimpered Cyndi nervously. Her asshole was very tight, and she seemed a little apprehensive about taking it up her back door. I. “Fuck yeah, baby, milk my dick with that pussy,” John said as my pussy tightened around the shaft while it continued to throb, pumping load after load of cum inside my overly filled pussy. “I can’t believe you’re letting this guy cum inside you,” my husband said. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! Keep cuming, fill my pussy,” I screamed still in the grips of the most powerful orgasm yet. I felt John’s steaming hot cum pooling deep inside my pussy making me cum harder and harder as he continued to cum. “Holy.