He sees me looking and says, ‘We are perfectly alone, so we can say what comes into our heads’, he looks into my blue eyes, ‘don’t you think s...’, and I nod in agreeance? We sit at either end of the park bench, as I remove my hand to reveal the soft fleshiness of my pubis mound, excited that his eyes are looking at me, ‘Can you see enough’, I ask him, my voice thick like treacle, nervous and skittish. ‘You’re a curious sort’, he says gently, ‘for a long time I have yearned to meet someone like. ”“Alright we all admit that Wendy is extremely fuckable,” someone said.“But at the same time, she’s the kind of girl you could take home to meet your parents. Your mom would love her, and your dad would tell you to marry her,” I said.“The problem...” said another guy, joining the conversation. “ ... is that the bitch knows it!” We all agreed.“Maybe Ed should lower his standards,” said the first guy. “Why not just date a few other girls. Maybe Wendy would see him with those other girls and. After a few minutes, I realized there were more people in this theater than I first noticed including a gentleman to my left sucking another man standing at the end of the couch.Once my eyes were fully adjusted, I decided to take a walk through each of the theaters to see what was going on. There were a few people in each theater, some enjoying each other and others just watching and waiting. The second gay theater featured a threesome on the video so I decided to sit at the end of a couch in. 'Well, the polite thing to do would be to ask me in.' His voice is calm and clear, and there is a slight smile to his tone.I'm frozen to the spot, eyes still locked with his, I still haven't spoken. I know he has spoken. I know that because at the sound of his voice a throb started between my legs again. His voice lowers slightly as he reaches for the door, 'Baby open the door for me, be a good girl.' He takes control and pushes the door open wider, and steps inside. I step back making room for.