I headed down town to the Midtown theater. I walked in and asked how late they would be open, the attendant a tall black guy said he would be cloisng ...n about thirty minutes and I was welcome to check the place out. We were the only people there, I make my way into theater and grab a seat. I pulled out my cock and began stroking it, fifteen minutes are so the attendant walked in and I tried to hide my actions as he made his way to the seat next to mine. He made small talk asking questions. Did. Christiana marveled at the three acres of well-manicured grass andlandscaping that surrounded Brad's home, while Brad walked into the 450square feet of apartment space that Christiana had previously called herown. While his home had a deck that overlooked the water, his newapartment had a fire escape that overlooked Chinese and Pakistanirestaurants. The sounds of geese and motorboats that were always presentat his home were replaced by the sounds of backing up trucks, bickeringneighbors and car. "Bye, Mom. Come on, Mark. Don't want to be late."Betsy Lou had on a white button-up blouse and a red plaid skirt. The skirt came down to about the middle of her thighs. I noticed that the back of it was sticking out a lot more than her skirts had the last time we walked to school. There were two distinct bumps on the front of the blouse, too.I noticed some other things, too. She seemed to be walking a lot closer to me than she usually did. And she'd touch me a lot when she talked to me. It. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful. "Since . . .?" Allison asked without saying her roommate's name."No, not quite that long," Dustin chuckled. "That stung, but please." Good answer," Bethany said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear, either. She had to tug and coax his skinny jeans downward. As she did, Allison pulled out his cock and Bethany smiled as she knelt and found herself face to face with Dustin's stiffening prick. The rumor was.