I love poppers but that’s another story. So I walk up to theater and I could feel people looking at me as I pass them on the street probably becaus... of the way I was dressed. My cock and balls were almost visible because of the shorts I was wearing and I really don’t have a big cock or balls. Just the shorts were very small and my ass was kinda hanging out. Once in the theater I noticed a few guys milling around in the lobby. This theater had the restrooms upstairs so the first thing I do is. My hands found her stocking tops as Icaressed the slick nylons. My kisses and tongue found dead center and Istarted to circle her dark colored ass opening.I pushed my tongue inside and I thought my aunt was going to screamwith pleasure from it. She gasped, "Oh my God yes, I can't believe yourfucking doing that with your tongue!" It felt good and it tasted not assweet as her pussy but warm and slick also. After a minute of deeptongue pushes, her dark opening was soaked with my salvia, and it. – wow! I cannot believe this. I…i am talking to you! Damn! Miss, you have no idea how much I loved your films… –I stopped him by placing my right index finger against his lips. I said,– …you loved to see me and hear me? What if you can smell me, taste me and feel me? Would you still like? –After a while, we were in my room, after dinner. During the dinner, he said his name was Justin Dhammika. His last name was due to his belief in Buddhism.Wow! Sex with a Buddhist!– so…thanks for having dinner. The rumors that they have prize winning cocks have often gotten me wet and horny. Living on a farm, seeing stallions with long hanging cocks made we wonder if a man could really be that endowed. I was already gushing juices as she inquired about my thoughts.Her long sleek legs glistened in the rays of the sunlight asher thong barely covered her puffy lips. Her skin tone, only a couple shades darker than mine was that of a soft mocha. I couldn't keep my eyes off her full cleavage, nor her.