She didn't need TV, not when her pussy and her hands provided her more than enough entertainment to get her through the night.Molly's dreams on Sunday...night revolved around something other than sex, for the first time since she got her tattoo. She dreamt about how beautiful it was to be stupid, how her new, vacuous outlook on life was perfect; if she was dumb, she didn't have to think about nearly as much. All she had to do was focus on what she was good at - looking good, making men happy, and. I thoroughly enjoyed his young slim bum as he raised each leg. He was not erect but his penis and balls were just lovely.“Come here Tom” I instructed and he dutifully pressed his body against the wall. I cupped his package and this time did as I promised, I washed his cock and balls in an almost religious ceremony. A lather of suds bubbled over his private parts. I felt his stance widen as he found a good position. His penis became wonderfully erect as I rinsed off the soap and massaged his. John had explained that a heart condition had prevented him from fucking her for the last 2 yrs. And when they tried to meet some younger guys, none of them could get hard with him watching. Not a problem for me! I loved watching his face as he enjoyed her blowing me. Her tongue, lips and hands were all over me. And it felt incredible. But I wanted to fuck her. So I pushed her on her back, and started to eat her. She came quickly. So I made her cum again and again. She began to beg me to fuck. The movie was quiet revealing and had quite a bit of nudity. I started rubbing myself through my jogging bottoms, I didn’t know if she was watching me or even if she had seen. I stayed rubbing myself for a few minutes, then I heard her fidget from the row behind. I pulled the string to my joggers loosening off the waist, I pulled my cock out over the waistband and started wanking it, visible in the dull red light. A minute or two after, I realized she had moved quietly along the row, and was.