I couldn’t understand what she meant. But after using the urinal and washing, I just thought what she could have meant. Then it struck me and I went...to a stall and removed my underwear and pulled on my jeans again. We bought some snacks to eat and went back to our seats.We sat at the same places and her hand was again on the armrest. Soon the lights dimmed and the movie resumed.Her hand slowly reached my crotch and she massaged that area. Then she undid my zipper and her fingers probed inside.. Instinctively, she swallowed. It tasted salty, but it was not unpleasant. Bob had a very broad grin on his face, and leant forward and kissed her. Chris took his place, and held Mary by the head, pushing his cock into her mouth. He was not as large as Bob, and Mary opened her mouth wide and leaned her head back. The cock slipped all the way in until her lips were up against his balls. She sucked hard and soon she felt his semen splashing down her throat. “Very good,” said Wendy, “it seems that. The near-nakedness of her pantied skin next to mine, and the taut cotton covering of her tempting cleft.There's a certain power in the resistance of that temptation; in the decision to let her sleep. There's a freedom in the knowledge that she would like to be left, and like to encourage me.There's a familiar pressure of cock against underpants, the entrapment of the willing. A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the. Brian had shed his own tears that night, forgiving a childhood of neglect, deprivation, and hardship. The words of Pastor Kelvin and the magic of Christmas Eve had worked their magic on Brian, finally breaking down a lifetime of barriers erected through hungry nights, cold mornings, and threadbare clothes.The child of an alcoholic bulldozer operator and a mother who was simply alcoholic, Brian had navigated life cringing. He still feared a hard slap to the head, a belt across his back, or.