"You like this, Uncle Tom?" Jessica asked as she giggled and let her hand stroke and fondle my hardon inside my pants. It was always hot to have a wom...n groping my horny dick underneath the table when we were eating out, but having a sexy and pretty babe like Jessica doing it seemed somehow even more erotic."Yeah, Jessica, I like it a lot," I said, reaching over underneath the table and finding my way into Jessica's crotch as well. I slid my hand up and down over Jessica's shapely leg and then. An extra hour at the gym this weekend for sure, but worth it. Thank you, Jack."She'd made us chicken cacciatore over linguine and a beautiful Greek salad. It was very good, and obvious that she'd put a lot of effort into it. Another good sign!As soon as we sat down I started asking her questions about Bartok and Stravinsky, and that seemed to relax her. We chattered away and ate and laughed--and before we knew it we were in danger of missing the concert."Oh darn!" Tommie said, glancing up at. Whatever the reason, for over a year after I started beating off to guys I never beat off to the thought of him. That began to change after a while. We started hanging out more, we defiantly became closer friends during that year; he became my best friend where before we were just friends that occasionally hung out. As our friendship developed we were constantly talking about the girls that we wanted to fuck (and honestly neither one of us ever did). As we talked about these girls over. ." ... I can engage in skin-to-skin genital contact, it doesn't mean I have to." Right. I don't want to be there pushing you to do something you don't want to do." Oh, I want to. Believe me. But that's not why we're going on a date. As much as I want your fingers sliding around in my wet, hot pussy, I'm not quite ready for that. And even though I want you to slide your big hard cock in between my breasts and into my mouth, I'm not quite ready for that either. And don't think I don't want to.