Once I got there, I parked and went in to get my ticket. They were playing several movies that night. Deep Throat was one of them. I think I had read ...hey were playing vintage porn that night. The movie wasn’t why I was going there. I was going there to become a slut wife. That’s why I was needing to be there.I walked into the very dark movie theater. I noticed a few people were there. I sat in the front of the theater. I noticed the floors were kind of sticky. I sat in my chair and started to. All stretched over her humongous ass. God I wanted to just tear her jeans apart and fuck her in the red panty.After 15 mins of browsing and staring, I realised that my phone was about to die (2%). So I asked rajni aunty” aunty do you have a samsung charger?”“Haan haan beta. It’s on the plug beside me. Wait. ”Rajni aunty kept her phone aside and bent on the side of her sofa to pick up her charger. Fuck me. As soon as she bent, her ass popped out a bit from her jeans. I could see 40% of her red. I'm not done yet."Erin straddled Jim and slid back on his cock. He arched his back and ground his ass into Jim's pelvis. Lifting the cup to his mouth, he smelled his own sweaty saltiness and tilting the cup back poured some of the cum into his mouth. He swished it around in his mouth as he rode Jim, tasting himself. He loved the taste of cum. Opening his mouth slightly he showed Jim his load and winked. A little dribbled out the corner of his mouth and down his chest. He swallowed. " No sir. I don't have that in my mind." I've kept a log of my dreams ... my dad is a lawyer. He's notarized each prediction before the fact." No sir ... he won't bet." I'll wire you a thousand dollars ... you bet it on the series ... I'll split the winnings." Wanna bet the Rose Bowl?"I started laughing... "I'll get my dad."I left the room ... ten or fifteen minutes later, my dad came out with an envelope for me to take to the bank. That's all he did ... never spoke a word ... just handed it to.