There was traffic on Post Street in front of the theatre and people would stare at you to see if you would actually walk in. I was nervous and I didn�...�t want people to think I was queer. Finally, on the third attempt, the traffic was moving and I took a deep breath, lowered my head and walked into the lobby and did not look back. Finally inside, the place looked amazing. I felt like a k** in a candy store. There was nothing but men of all ages, sizes and color. I paid my entrance fee and was set. The holiday weekend was sunny and warm, exactly what everyone had been hoping for. There were softball tournaments, kids' games, a car show and displays by a number of organizations including the Kiwanis, Chamber of Commerce, the DAR, the army, and assorted others.Wade and Brenda enjoyed the dance on Saturday evening despite struggling with the polka and schottische numbers. It was fun and Brenda found Wade's company a perfect complement to the evening. When he took her home, there was a brief. I awoke later that afternoon around 5. Sitting up, I looked around. I could hear Elizabeth doing something in the kitchen, probably fixing tea or a late afternoon snack. I stood up and stretched, straightening out my rumpled traveling clothes (a long sleeve shirt and a pair of comfortable khaki pants) and slowly looked around Elizabeth Hurley's apartment.The living room area was quite spacious, with very high ceilings that were supported by thick wooden beams. The floor was also hard wood,. Her asshole looked very white in her slit looked very pink. She must of had recently bleached her asshole It was perfectly colored and shape was amazing.It seemed like everyone was OK with my dad‘s and my cock being hard. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I decided to grab my cock. I moved my hand up and down making it really hard. My mom commented on what a nice cock I had and told my sister she should give me a hand, as she proceeded to stroke my dads cock. Without hesitation my sister.