I opened the door and was greeted at the ticket kiosk by someone who would be called a MILF today, a stunning smile, ample cleavage and as it turned o...t a desire to please. Because I was considerably earlier than the previous night there were no usherettes on duty, so after I paid, this vision of loveliness e****ted me all way to my seat. This time there was only one other person in the theatre, who was sitting rather impassively starting at the screen whilst two lesbians were locked together. " he ordered."What," she replied, as he took the cup and laid it on the floor, then with one movement he pulled the suspender belt and stockings down to her ankles and threw them together with her shoes across into a corner.She watched as he slipped his Boxer shorts down releasing his erection, and then he was kneeling on the bed, aiming his long hard pink member at her tender bald pussy.It was too soon, she was not really ready,"No." she cried.He stopped instantly, and sat up."What?" "I'm not. I started to put my shorts on over my underpants."You don't need those." The shorts?" You can wear the shorts if you want. But you definitely don't need the underpants."I slid the undies off and looked down. My prick was pointing about four feet in front of my toes."Are you getting excited?" Yeah, a little." Me, too."I looked at the shorts in my hand. "Forget it." I tossed them on the pile of clothes I'd just removed.This time I took care of the lights. I'd found a lamp with a low voltage bulb. Her pubes were neatly trimmed down to the smallest hint of their former glory. And then the ultimate prize ... her pussy, still showing signs of her recent orgasm, almost twinkling with moisture, much of which had leaked onto her thighs.I watched as a hand curled round from behind her and felt her pussy, obscuring my view. I curbed my annoyance. I would let Miss have her fun but would extract my payment later.“Is the Slut wet?” I asked, stating the obvious.“Soaked,” came the reply and I watched.