I could see clearly that it was my picture. I amazed to see that. I can’t believe that he is seeing my picture with sexual thoughts. I was totally s...unned and was thinking what is happening. In between these thoughts I noticed that his right hand is in between his thighs. He is wearing a lungi only. I see that he is holding his cock and moving the hand to and fro slowly. I can’t see the full length of the cock. The lungi hides some portion. He turned 2-3 pages and there was one more full sized. She told me that she had caught me looking way back when she lived at home and confided in me that after her divorce a year ago she has had no cock. As the word cock left her mouth her hand grabbed my cock. I should say that I have many fantasies involving Beverly especially after a customer of mind told me about her giving great blow jobs when he found out where I lived. As she grabbed me my cock shot up and was hard. As she rubbed my cock we started to kiss and she pushed me onto the couch.. Taking a deep breath in relief I sited down and without touching the phone started to scribble numbers in my notepad. "You are not going to check you phone for new messages?" I heard Jane whisper without turning her head. My breath stopped for a second. "Should I?" I answered back without squeezing a smile to make it less awkward. "Yes. Your friend is really good with her words and not that bad looking either." I was lost for a second. What was she talking about? I didnt have any of her. He’s only twenty-two and young for his age. I like him. He’s an artist. Sort of.’ ‘What does ‘sort of’ mean?’ ‘It means he has a Bachelors of Fine Arts, but no real fire and no plans. He works in fibers and natural materials, that kind of thing.’ ‘Are you sure he isn’t gay?’ asked Vicky. ‘I mean, twenty-two, not intimate with you, young for his age, an artist – how much would it take to add an ‘e’ and get ‘artiste’?’ ‘It’s not like that! His mom is very controlling. She’s divorced, long.