I know what most of the couples do in a theater that has less audience.A college guy sat in a seat behind me , i was unable to see his face clearly, b...t i can see his body structure. I felt some thing rolling near my legs, i thought it is some cat or something else, but i found some leg is caressing my leg.He removed his slippers and feeling my leg, i dint reject or respond, but i liked the touch he done , he got more brave and placed his hands on my butt in the gap between the seat.I was. At seven-ten she backed out of her drive and headed downtown. I gave her some distance and then I followed. She drove to the other side of town and pulled into the parking lot of the Black Saddle, a popular country/western bar, parked and went inside. I drove to the back of the lot and parked.I'd been in the Saddle a couple of times and I knew the layout of the place. There was no way I could go in either door without being spotted. I didn't want to go in so soon after Mary so I settled down in. I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her routine. I didn't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by. This caused Bruce's cousin's dick to ram deeper into my savagely fucked anus.I cried and struggled as this huge b**st of an old ass man went to work grinding and hunching into me in a frantically urgent pace. The huge b**st gripped me as if I was a rag doll and my feet was flinging away with each thrust and twist of his body. Tears were now drying on my face and my voice was cracking as it gave way to exhaustion.For what seemed like hours Bruce's drunk cousin sexed me without relenting, he.