Instead, the only thing I really had that fit anything I'd fantasized about was the black leather of the loveseat....I didn't even have lipstick to we...r, much less any of the sexy leather clothing I'd always imagined myself in. Nor was I even sure he'd be very cool with me doing so, if I did. With a sigh, I decided to just go with it, and stepped toward him as he shut the light behind the couch off and cast a nice mood upon the room. Since smoking was something I'd always associated with my. I'd usually be asked about it every weekday by Tess, in the late afternoon.Tess refused to watch any of the so-called "reality" television shows, considering them all to be rip-offs inflicted on the public by network executives too cheap and too unoriginal to program something written by a professional.While her tastes in regular TV fare were pretty catholic, she also eschewed re-runs. All of that was OK by me. I was learning that the more re-runs and reality programming showed up on the summer. I thought to myself, let’s have a little fun, I shuffled forward in my chair laying back against the back rest.The movie was quiet revealing and had quite a bit of nudity. I started rubbing myself through my jogging bottoms, I didn’t know if she was watching me or even if she had seen. I stayed rubbing myself for a few minutes, then I heard her fidget from the row behind. I pulled the string to my joggers loosening off the waist, I pulled my cock out over the waistband and started wanking it,. She took my hand in both of hers. “That’s not what I meant, Jack. I meant, how long has it been since you were…with someone?” That startled me. “I…that is…I haven’t…I mean, other than my wife…” I stuttered. “Jen, I really don’t think I should be talking about things like that with you…” She reached a soft hand to my cheek. “You are SO sweet. I know it’s none of my business, but you are such a nice guy. It doesn’t seem fair that she treated.