I still had that nagging feeling I had forgotten something, but it was much more subdued now and I made my way out of the morgue area. Rudy was nowher... to be seen. I was grateful for that, and let myself out of the front door. I locked that behind me and forced myself to walk normally to Kim's car. I let out a sigh as the car started on the first turn of the key and I drove out of the parking lot. Wal-Mart was two blocks away and I quickly found the girls. They had parked out a distance from. As the couple on-screen start kissing, I become aware that Jeff is stroking himself through his shorts even more blatantly than I am. Then, he pulls down his waistband, and out pops his willie. I almost whisper "what the fuck are you doing?" but I stifle it because I'm so worked up myself. Maybe I want to do the same. I mutter "oh what the fuck," and shift my shorts to the side so I can get my dick out too. Here we are, openly masturbating in an empty theater, as the sexiest woman and man. It was not so much that he was opposed to it but that he felt he needed to do more to satisfy her uncommon itch for kinky activities.She had the poke of prime gold dust hidden between her legs swinging with the movement of her hips and making her conscious of something foreign up close to her pussy. She had noticed the telegraph clerk always giving the new pokes a concentrated sniff before he weighted them on the tiny scale but he never made any comment about her scent because usually one of. So by that reckoning, you’re not too young ... or I’m not too old.”“You ARE older, Darren. You can’t deny the fact.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s okay. I think maturity, experience and seasoning count. I might not always have felt that way, but I do now.” She ran her fingers through his graying hair. “I think your salt-and-pepper hair looks distinguished.” Marcia caressed his chest. “You have a good build and you’re not bad looking, Darren. All that’s less important to a woman. What really.