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  We sat in the back row in the movie theatre. The whole stretch belonged to us as those were unpopular seats. They were in a corner and you can’t see the full screen without craning your neck out a bit.

  Ten minutes after the start credits started rolling, she had put her hand on my crotch again but I battered it away, maybe harder than I should of because she took it up her mouth as if to suck on the fingers, and I got real distraught then, said, “Sienna, I don’t need this now.”

  Sienna wouldn’t stop trying. Kept coming on. “You can’t make it can you? I can help you. Let me help you.”

  Then she brought her head over me as if to go down on me and it was like this rag had fallen right across my lap. I jumped away from her. I swore the patrons in the row before us could hear our conversation.

  My fly is still open. You can see the white of my underwear showing though, kind of dirty gray but I don’t let my tiny cock be exposed yet. Not yet. I don’t like certain people to get that close. Didn’t like her pulling all those tricks on me.

  Said, “Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck you!”

  Because you see, I was very angry at her for pulling those tricks on me when I was at the movie.

  She surrendered and stopped groping me for a minute. A moment later, I flicked back to the other view to find Sienna's legs even further apart and stroking her inner thighs, teasing a finger along her labia about ten minutes into the movie.