Even Charles had never heard her scream out or even swear before. On his knees while on the bed and playing with her breasts, he “jumped” back a w...ys as he looked at her frightenedly. “What’s wrong?” he started to say. “What’s wrong Shelly? Are you alright?” he finally asked, stammering. He repeated himself. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” Her eyes were closed. Her face was all pinched up. She was shuttering all over. He saw how she looked but all of a sudden he saw where her hand had been. He. Without my wife knowing, I had gone to the theater earlier to scope it out. It's seedy, as you would expect, and not like a regular theater because it's in a converted warehouse. The actual theater is long and narrow with one isle down the center and rows of seats going to the walls on either side. There is a large open space for standing at the back of the theater.As we entered the theater there was a group of men in the standing area in the back as there had been when I was there earlier. . I heard myself giggling as I tottered through the bus seats.Some of these kind guys guided me to the wide seat in the back…They flanked me on either side, while I continued giggling…Once the bus started, Tom came and knelt in front of me and I smiled at him. His hands began rubbing my round tits through my summer dress.I felt stimulated by his actions and just sat back there, allowing my good girlfriend’s young son to continue touching me as the other guys watched.His fingers undid my buttons. I wanted her to already be in a hot mood when she saw him, so I wanted to make the preparation as sexy for her as I could."This is so damned sexy". She said, tossing her hair back and sipping her wine, as she lay in the tub with me cleaning her. "Don't you think this is sexy? You cleaning me and preparing me to go out with another guy? You do think he is sexy, don't you?" I sponged her legs covering them with the thick foamy soap. Then my hand slipped down under the water inside her thighs. Her.