Waited until darkness, shopped around the area and then slipped into the theater. Checked out the lower seats first, just to get a feel for the place.... Only about 20 people there, mostly men alone. I found the stairs to the balcony and went up, through an open doorway and into the darkness. Stood just inside until my eyes adjusted. About 20 rows of seats with one aisle between them. I made out several men sitting alone or in pairs but no women. I almost retreated but thought why not just watch. She was lying on her stomach; I did not disturb her for next 10 minutes then slowly started playing with her back with my fingers tickling her in places, slow kisses on her back, slowly unhooking her jacket. All the while kissing her back slowly my hands roaming all over her. Unhooked her bra, and slowly started tounging her back I played with her neck, biting her ears, she kept making noises like ah aaah and ummm…., slowly undid her sari from her waist and got rid of it. Kept licking her. Wanda Johnson, the woman who lived across the street from him, was at the crock pot stirring the contents. Liz Andrews, the woman who lived across the street from Claire, was giving the two kids glasses of milk. Two other women who lived on the street were there, but he didn’t know their names. There were three women and an elderly man who he had never met sitting on the couch.“I had expected about forty people to show up, but this is it. Wanda made three crock pots of stew, but it looks like. She undressed quickly and then sat down at her dresser to brush her short hair. I only got a glimpse of her pussy and wasn't quite sure I had seen what I saw.Her tits hardly jiggled. If her nipples hadn't been so large you would have sworn she was a boy. When she was done she got up, put her robe on, and left her room. I guessed she was headed for her bathroom and I was right. She started the shower and took off her robe. I finally got a good look at her pussy mound.I had been right. She got a.