This was so unlike me, but I was loving it!It made for the longest half-hour of my life, but I tried to make it count. I touched base with several peo...le, including my team. One lady, Marcie, gave me an interesting look and a small smile. “I see you and Gloria hit it off?” She whispered to me. I shrugged and she smiled wider.So thirty-minutes finally passed and I made my goodnights to the hosts. Neither gave any indication they even noticed how I had monopolized Gloria for most of the evening,. So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better dressed. Is it an art gallery? No, there had been no big windows to invite the public to see what avante garde work was being shown for them to want. . But then, as I wore this kind of string I started ta have a hard on. My sister could not take her eyes from my dick, as it was with a full erection. She laughed at the string and commended on it. I told her that with this hard on my dick could not be hidden in this tiny underwear. The more she was looking at it, the more harder it became. The time for the massage came, and the ladies from the place entered the room. During the massage I was thinking my sister looking at my dick and I was. "It's very kind of you to offer, though" she continued more gently, "perhaps it would be better if you asked someone of your own age?"He stammered something she couldn't catch and walked away. Denise was sorry to disappoint the boy but really didn't want that sort of attention. As she watched him walk off, she wondered if he had an older brother.She relaxed again, closing her eyes and letting her thoughts drift where they would. She saw a guy, with thinning hair and laughter lines... Denise.