Next thing I know is she responds. You have to delete this conversation when we are finished talking. So now being drunk I’m intrigued. She tells me...that my bride sure does talk a lot about me and our sex life and that she feels bad for me because she knows that my wife does not give me everything that I want. And if I wanted she could fulfill that need. So sitting there with a puzzled look on my face I had to ask her what she was talking about. She responds that she knows that I want to fuck. “That’s good,” I said.“Like you said, Kinda mindless.” Snicker. “The crocodile wins this one...”“Yeah, they do get repetitive,” I said.“So you think we can do this?”“Dinner and a movie?”“No, silly. Coexist in the same apartment for months and not kill each other.”“I think so. You know how to do housework. We share that. We’ll work in the same place, share a ride, unless you decide you want your own car and your own place.”“Maybe later,” she said. “I think staying with you is a good way to get. We can see a small sprinkle of viewers here and there. Looking up higher, figures move in the projection booth. We always wanted to watch a movie from up there."That would be fun, wouldn't it?"I know, sitting just below the projection room and projection light is the safest place in the theater because visibility under the projection light is almost zero from other parts of theater. No one can notice what is going on there when sharp projection light will not allow anyone to see what is. While she held me, our boobs were crushing against each other...I could feel her tongue was trying to force it's entry in my mouth. Her tongue felt nice playing with my tongue.....The invited guests sitting all around, were clapping. She slowly lowered me on the thick mattress on the stage while continuing her kissing... Neena was encouraging me by pressing my palms and I was enjoying the moment.........I had opted for the defloration Party arranged by Aunty and selected the three young.