From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 21 re-posted Edited by a friend.
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Originally Posted tTrue Story, Anal, Authoritarian, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Wife, Written by women 2nd of May 2015
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No persons involved in sexual acts or even witnessing the same are included in this series under the age of consent. A person under the age of consent may be mentioned in passing but he or she as the case may be is only casually attached or included in this series as a casual informal non-participant in any fornication of any nature. This version was modified by Geo.Venereal
Introduction:
continuing story about Joan
From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 21

“I stood in the back and let my eyes adjust to the dark theater before heading to the back row of the theater. I walked to the end of the theater and walked toward the second last row.

I remembered my instructions. “When you go in go to the second last row. Mitch is in the middle of the row.” When I reached Mitch I tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me but can I sit on the other side of you.” I asked looking down at him.

I looked up at the screen to see a young attractive, slim, big breasted white woman around twenty walking down a pathway. I also saw a group of black men playing soccer in the distance field.

“OH sure. I didn’t hear you approaching me. Wow your a knock out. Please I’ll stand up so you can pass in front of me and sit on the other side of me.” Mitch said standing us. “I didn’t even think women were allowed in the theater.” Mitch towered over me and talk about muscular with his tight jeans and sleeveless T-shirt. I could see a large bulge running down his right leg and I was positive he wasn’t even hard yet.

I heard the girl scream on the theater screen. “What do you men want from me?”

“Your the one wandering around on our soccer field. We didn’t invite you to our private domain.” One of the hot black soccer men answered.”

“The theater manager made an exception for me.” I pushed past Mitch making sure I pushed my self back to feel his bulge pressing against my back. “Thank you.” I said and then finding my seat sat down. “That’s quite a bulge you have there.” I put my hand on the snake running down his right leg. “This feels mighty nice.”

“Please don’t hurt me.” I heard the woman cry from the movie.

“She’s asking for it.” I heard some guy shouting a few rows a head of Mitch and I in the theater.

“How about taking it out for a breath of air.” Mitch said. “Oh by the way my name is Mitch, what’s your name bitch?” Mitch asked pulling his tight sleeveless T-shirt up over his muscular stomach over his chest and head and tossed it on the seat on the other side of him.