She didn't say a word but was just watching. Our eyes met and she sort of half smiled and just sat on the stairs and continued to watch in silence. Ja...es the lad was now in full swing and was just wanking me off. I asked if he had done this before and he replied only to him self. I asked if he would like to try and suck the end of my cock. He didn't say a thing and got onto his knees. He grasped the base of my cock and squeezed hard and in one long movement ran his hand up my length. I looked. There was about 10-15 feet between the last row and the wall. As soon as Henry entered the theater, he would lean against the back wall watching the movies playing. He would unzip his fly and I could hear him roll on a rubber. He would let his eyes get adjusted then spot me and he would snap his fingers like he was the Fonze of Happy Days! That was my signal to move over and around behind the seat I had been sitting in and bend over the chair and drop my pants, exposing my bare pale white. Bobby considered also how different it had felt to have the softinsistency of a woman's hand jacking his cock and wondered howoften Mrs. Bishop had done this in the past. She seemed to be areal expert at it so she must have had a lot of practice. But whenit came right down to it as he thought about the experience hismind would inevitably wander to what his mother's nipple would feellike between his lips and how her hand would feel jacking him off.God, if only . . .So, each time he had a. Juan now commenced spitting huge globs onto Marty’s butt before he began to shove his monstrous knob on Marty’ portal. As he started pushing the obscenity ever inward, Marty wailed with the most divine agony he had ever experienced. Nothing before had prepared him for the ‘torment’ he underwent. The excruciating bliss was heavenly as his pucker was torn asunder and invaded by the grotesque onslaught.Juan’s incredible cock hammered his hole mercilessly as he wailed like a woman whose virginity.