I still had my popcorn on my stomach so I could not see it for myself but I could feel it. The mans forearm moved over and he rubbed my growing cock.What was happening to me? I asked why wasn't I objecting to thsi man fondling me? I did not think I was gay but I was enjoying it; my cock was enjoying it. A bizillion thoughts were going thru my head. He was now really rubbing me with his entire arm; then I think I gave the wrong signal; I spread my legs farther apart.I was not sure if it was the movie or the man next to me but I heard a "hhmmmmm" With his right hand the man reached into my shorts thru my right leg and grabbed my now throbbing cock. He jerked it furiously but then let go. His left arm was still massaging my leg and with his right hand he lifted up the arm rest that was between us. I still could not look at him. I just held onto my popcorn. Then I heard his zipper. I could not look but I could sense he was now jerking his own cock. I then with his right hand he took hold. Wanting nothing more than to hold her in that moment, he stood and circled the end table to take her in his arms. Fiona stepped back, watching with that cool and appraising gaze. It’s not just Jen waiting for a response, he realized, as the blonde began to shake in his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here,” trying to soothe her, and feeling desperately clumsy about the attempt. Not a trifling argument this, something that could be gotten over with apologies all around and makeup sex. “I’m s-sorry, s-so sorry,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “I m-m-must have f’gotten to t-take them some, ah, some, ah sometime.” The pills, right. Maybe it had been in the excitement over Florida, going or coming, or the preparation for the camping trip. Heaven knew that he and Jen rutted like bunnies, it was a testament to the quality of the stuff she’d been taking that they hadn’t had a… accident before now. Grimacing inside at the poor choice of word, he thought, is that what this is to me? An.
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