I moved out, then back in. It got a little harder. Back out and in again.Soon I was as hard as I ever was. We started fucking again. Sarah meeting my ...very thrust. Actually, meeting more than every thrust. She was banging against me with abandon. Her pubic bone digging into me just above my cock. I could feel pain and so much pleasure.It didn’t take long and I was ready to come again. She was fucking me recklessly. I hope she found at least her second, and maybe third orgasm. And with one final. Once our eyes adjusted we took seats in the back row, and before long, thanks to the raunchy action, close-ups, and disco/funky jazz music coming from the screen, I was in a state of arousal. As we took our seats I caught a glimpse of a guy a few seats over with his left hand on his crotch staring at us as we sat down. Well, mostly he was staring at me. With my blonde hair, lean body and feminine ass they seemed to always look at me. Father and I sat in silence for a few minutes, eyes glued to. .But most of the times their cocks would spurt in my hands making my hands sticky.............. All this made me wet... I wanted some stiff hard cocks to fill me up....Exposing, displaying and strangers playing with my young body -- gave me a strong kick.............My body was responding well ..It gave me new level of pleasure....... I loved strangers touching my body........Audience participation made me more and more horny....Every session would make me experience multiple. Finally he reached the fashlight and whacked her on the back of the head. Down she went taking the last four inches of Denzil’s cock with her.He stared at the deflated stump in disbelief.“Fucks sake Jethro,” he says, “Fucks sake.”“I reckon your days of fuckin’ birds are over mate,” I says helpfully, “You ever thought of turning queer?” “Fuck off, get me an ambulance!” he wailed, “ Put me cock tip on ice or summat.”“I have swallowed it,” says the girl.“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” Jethro.