I’m not the sexpot that Emmy is turning into. But I love you.’ Eamon took Elle in his arms. Their kiss was soft and loving. Eamon smiled at the lo...ely thing in his arms. He thought he was going to have to be especially gentle tonight. But then Elle said, ‘Uh, Eamon, you don’t have to worry about my, uh, hymen. It broke years ago when I tripped while jumping over a tennis net after a win.’ ‘Whew,’ Eamon thought, ‘that will make things much easier.’ Aloud he asked, ‘You’re a tennis player?’ Elle. She was standing over me, close and inviting. I had a remarkable view of her small breasts pushing through her tight blouse. My breathing became that much quicker, and my lips parted in excitement. We were so close to each other, I found it very hard to breathe. I couldn't believe the effect that she had provoked in me. I could smell her; almost taste her. Her body spray was intoxicating, blending in with the natural odour of her skin. My eyes were drawn to the v-line of her blouse, down to the. The young couple walked in and sat down two rows ahead of me a couple seats over. There was a guy way at the other end of my row of seats masturbating. There was a larger woman, judging by the hair, down closer to the screen. I couldn't really see much of her except her hair and shoulders. There were a few others but I couldn't see much of them. The scene on the screen finished and a new one started. The new scene was a thirty something looking male giving directions to a teen female baby. ”“Oh. Doesn’t sound very appealing. I mean, I hate squash.”She didn’t even laugh, even though I find the notion of me doing anything even remotely homosexual very comical. It’s like Prince Charles suddenly taking up Krav Maga.“Pa-dum,” she said, pretending a tired drum-roll followed my joke. “Anyway, that’s not something we need to go into right now. Martin, if you like I’m available to you. I’m not sure if I’d be taking advantage of you, so I’ll come right out with it: if you need to wind down.