So off I went..no queues, thankfully, straight in, paid my £2 entrance money and passed the usherette selling porno Mags instead of ice creams. The c...nema was dark and the screen lite the place up.....I ventured down to the side and sat down, there couldn’t have been more than a few dozen people in. The film was pretty tame but within the local legal restraints. After about half an hour an old guy came in a sat next to me...strange I thought...lots of empty rows in front and behind me. He sat. It barely had a moment to nestle into my juicy contours before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of intense pleasure as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast rhythmic motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a second as he plunged every millimeter of his meat into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own cock as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had time to. Just like the old days, they functioned cohesively and with a purpose.I was finally able to meet Mrs. Pineapple/Kanaka. She was definitely Samoan and a very nice outgoing person. She actually called Pineapple by his first name, I had thought it was Chief but it was really Manuel or Manny as she called him.I raised an eyebrow to him over that and he told me if I ever used it, he would make sure I would eat my food from a straw for a very long time.He took me aside and told me he was proud of me. I suspected we were in for a taste of that right here in the good old USA.Our unit normally would make a twenty mile trek in about four and a half hours loaded down with all our combat gear.However, with the snow and ice in the equation, we were lucky to make two miles in the same timeframe.What with the buffalo hides wrapped around me and the snowshoes attached to my boots, I must have looked a bit like “Frankenstein’s Monster” and the womenfolk always smiled when I passed by on my way to.