It's usually the right or left aisle seat or the extreme front and back row. Also of course the men's room but I like the open theater seating area so...others can watch. I like being watched and the dark theater make it more exciting to me too. I sat along the right aisle about half way between the entrance and the screen. I cinched my belt extra tight so my big belly really spilled out over the waistline to the max. Doing this made me hotter than hell. A few guys walked by, took a look and kept. " We were all running at a five minute pace this morning," Arlene said, "but it kicked my butt."Kayla chimed in with, "Mine too."Art frowned. "Really? It didn't seem that fast to me." Dead on a five minute per mile pace," the Sergeant said from the front.Art let out a chuckle. "Wow. That's the best I've ever done. I wonder what happened."Later, back at the Retreat, Art went to his suite. Arlene and Kayla had just stepped into the shower, when Arlene said, "He's going to do it, you know." Do. "Glynn sat down and watched his dad slam out of the room; in a moment, he heard the tinkle of ice into a glass, and knew his father was at the little bar in the living room. "Mom," he said, "I wish you guys wouldn't fight over me."Her smile was soft and a little sad. "It's not exactly over you, dear. It's more like a habit we've gotten into."He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a laxness around her mouth, and she was just a little careless about how she leaned over. Glynn could see. The sight of that heaving, thrusting bottom, blushing pink from spanking, slick from the lotion, with my prick sliding up the middle… just thinking of it now gets me hard. Her motions slowed down, and she was saying ‘oh, Professor… oh… oh, my god… Professor…’ over and over. ‘Belinda,’ I said, ‘My naughty, shameful girl… I have to see how naughty you are…’ I gently started playing with her bottom hole, my finger massaging it, pressing it a little. ‘Do you like that?’ ‘Oh! Oh my god! That’s bad!.