And I knew that it wasn't enough to just lose the weight, I had to build myself up as well. I had to add definition, I had to make my flesh worth look...ng at. And I thought of Duane, and how he had kept up with his weightlifting all these years, and how good he still looked. And I knew what I had to do.I sent Duane a text to see if it was okay for me to come over. I was on edge waiting for his response, which didn't come until an hour later, and it said that he was going out of town in the. I looked to my right, it was a man, my heart was beating like crazy as he approached my row, all the rows around were empty and sure enough he eased himself into the one in front, I was momentarily relieved, as I really wanted to bring myself off, but that was short lived as he made his way along the row, bent down and picked up my shorts and discard panties.He looked down at me sitting there, trying to hide my modesty, 'I have been observing you from above', he whispered indicating the. " "I'm fine mom," I resisted weakly, but I never could say no to my mom. Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I slid forward, giving her enough room to kneel behind me. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed my back, her gentle hands pressing on my spine and shoulder blades. We fell silent, only the sound of our breathing and of her hands rubbing against my skin audible. She drew herself straight up on her knees, her warm hands rhythmically massaging my neck and shoulders. "Oh, that feels. In Coimbatore we choose a theatre where no one at that and seating are like a comfortable sofa shaped. Only couples were allowed to seat on that.We went and we don’t speak for a while. First I placed my hand over her hand. She smiled and she hold my hand. I take some courage and placed my kiss on her cheeks. And put my hands on her shoulder. She breath heavily and me too.Slowly I moved my hand to her stomach and I smooch her. She place her hand over my hand. I moved her head near to my head and.