I added a secret thick white ingredient to the egg salad instead of Mayonnaise. Jerry, Alex, Pete and Jason helped by pumping it out. Didn't you guy...?” Brenda asked.“Yes we did and it was our pleasure and hope your pleasure as well Mrs. Thompson.” Jerry half laughed. “Dig in Mr. Thompson.“Definitely my pleasure guys.” Sandra answered picking up the plate of Sandwiches and offering me one.Sandra knew egg salad was my favorite sandwich so I took one and bit into it. It sure had a different. The lot is clearly visible from the front windows and I stood there looking for some time wondering if he was coming at all.I had to leave by 6:30 to get back to work, and this wasn’t calculating for rush-hour traffic. I paced the lobby, and took a piss, and looked again… 5:55I returned to the same side theater, the one with the gay movies showing. I sat in the middle between the 2 isles in the back row about 4 or 5 seats in, not center in a row of about 20. I rubbed my flaccid worthless pecker. . the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Nice. Tight. Round... It was the kind of butt that women's clothes were made to show off, and that men loved to have their hands on. Finally, I looked at her vagina. It was surrounded by a nicely trimmed thick thatch of dark brown hair. The vagina itself was very visually pleasing, and I enjoyed looking at it. I leaned towards her, and softly kissed her cheek, and she woke briefly, and smiled at me. Then she turned and put her arms around me, and I lay. " She buried her lips in the valley between my jaw and shoulder, kissing my neck softly, her tongue darting out and licking the skin lightly.She moved her mouth to the tender skin on the back of my neck and kissed it tenderly, again licking it lightly. She felt me shiver under her arms. Reaching her fingers up to the top button of my shirt, she slowly slipped it from the hole, and opened the next button. Sliding her hands inside the open collar of my shirt, she ran her warm fingertips over my.