The guy up near the screen got up and left through the fire door. I squirmed down low in my seat and waited for the next feature. Sometimes I wondered... why they bothered with an intermission but guess it was to try to sell over-priced stale popcorn. But I always found them boring and didn't like having the lights up.After an usher came through to make sure the fire doors were shut so nobody could sneak in with paying, the guy in my row pulled his shirt off his cock. It looked even better to me. She was dressed like a bag lady. She had lost enough weight that I'll bet she wouldn't tip the scales at over 80 lbs with all her clothes soaking wet.Like I said before, "The years had not been kind to her." Her face and neck were a mass of small scars and other old injuries. Her nose looked as if she had been a losing prize fighter, both broken and flattened across her face/But the most striking feature was the scar that stared near her right temple and drifted across her face until it reached. " I got dressed and went home feeling pretty good about what happened and about Josh. He was special, he was different. The next day Carly, Melissa, Erika, and I went out for coffee to compare guys and see who wins. Melissa turned up with a guy with a 5-inch dick and ok looking. The worst part was he was still a virgin. She knew she'd lost. Erika got a better guy who was pretty hot but not as good as mine. Although she has a pretty good chance because he had a 7-inch dick and he was good. Me sitting on the couch ciphering water and coffee, watching cable television, chatting, and then up we jumped for another wetting in the bathtub. Her grinning and squatting as the camera clicked and flashed whilst I splashed her naked skin in excretions of aqueous piss. The final shot we needed was me pissing over her anus which I managed to do by stopping mid-stream and allowing her to get down on her hands and knees as I tumbled the warm water over her deliciously puffed arse, aiming it.