Luckily, the cashier let me go through. It was close to pitch black inside, I could just make out the faint outline of a woman with her legs dangly of...f either side of her seat. A group of 20+ men watched quietly scattered throughout the theater as her husband fingered her. I closed in, sitting just behind her to the side and asked if I could touch her. She said Yes in between the pants. Thats what shes here for the husband replied. But its always best to ask the wife added. I reached over. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no opportunities over the past five years, and on occasion even. You roll me on my back and spread my legs apart. You look at my pussy and smile. You kneel between my legs and reach out and caress my lips.Knowing how you love to tease me I know you will soon be sucking them into your mouth. Your smile gives you away. There is no urgency this morning so you take your time teasing my pussy with your fingers. My hips rise to meet you hoping to increase the contact but you say, "No baby, just lay there and enjoy this moment."I have this burning desire for you. Or play with." Nimrod explains some more. "rather like us," I grin to myself satisfied with that thought. then another thought takes it's place.Yule? Is it Yule already, I frown at that thought and say "I am sorry I do not have any gifts for either of you."Nimrod chuckles and hugs me tighter for a moment. " you are the gift. and if you try to give Me anything else I will have to..." he looks over at Saul. "What can we do to her?" Tell her no," Saul says dryly.Now it is my turn to laugh. "Do you.