I bent her over the next row of seats with my cock ready to plunge into her sweet pussy, but the door to the theater opened, and another couple in the...r mid twenties walked in just as we straightened up, obviously thinking of doing what we had. We walked out flushed, and we never spoke of it to each other again. Since then we married different people, but we remained close because she is also best friends with my wife now, and our families often entertain together. It was Labor Day weekend. I yelled out loud as the heat of it covered me and then, beyond any control of mine, I too released a thick stream of piss. It was painfully ecstatic and ecstatically painful to pass such a heavy torrent through my iron hard cock and I groaned as the flow arched up my body, over my chest to my throat.Lady Penelope too was crying out at the sight of my piss-soaked body before Marston dropped to his knees, grabbed my pissing shaft and aimed it back towards his Mistress. This had the effect of. I heard Goldie growling and looked around but couldn’t see him. Then I heard Mrs Walden squeal. I started to get worried. I crept down the hall to see what was happening. What I saw blew my mind.I stepped back and leaned against the wall. The scene I saw would be seared on my brain. Mrs Walden was naked and on her hands and knees. Goldie was on top of her humping like crazy. Mr Walden was on his knees in front of her, also naked, and although I couldn’t see I guessed that with his head thrown. "James didn't blink. "Now that, I believe."He took another drink as Bayonetta's grin collapsed into flummoxedseriousness. "Just like that?" Just like that."Now it was Bayonetta's turn to pivot restlessly in her chair, her innervoice groaning at the prospect that her life had just become significantlymore complicated. "And it doesn't bother you that I've just admitted toparticipating in murder and terrorism?"James paused for a moment, considering his answer carefully. "I don't knowwho you're.