"How about you make some baked chicken for tomorrow. And let's say 5 instead of 6 this time." You want to have dinner again tomorrow?" I asked."Well, ...eah. I kind of like to eat every night, and you're a pretty good cook, so it makes sense right?" I guess." I replied. I felt my heart flutter when he complimented my cooking.Mark got up and I stood too, walking behind him to the door. At the door he stopped and turned to face me."Oh and I assume you have a dress or skirt to go with your makeup.. Maybe something on TV, but I plan on entertaining myself without the TV.”We had an enjoyable meal, tucked away in a corner of the little restaurant. Still, I was very wary when we left, walking through the parking lot to our car.“You’re paying more attention,” Josh said.“Yesterday ... From just your average day, right into chaos,” I said.“The world is a safe place, Gee. Unless it’s not.”“I know, huh?” I said. I knew now in a way I didn’t really know yesterday, that in a moment, one might need. Once inside though, he can hear some soft sexy moans and groans coming from the lounge.He moves quietly toward the door, which is slightly ajar, and looks through the crack. He can’t believe his eyes. Tina is sprawled out on the couch, those skimpy shorts are off by her side and her legs are spread apart. With her right hand she is applying what seems, from the low hum, to be a rabbit sex toy to her clit whilst her she has slipped the other hand up under her top and is rubbing her tits and. Spoken clearly and with authority as an instruction, but carrying underlying layers of tension, lust and need. “Don’t stop”. I resume my strokes. Long and firm. Squeezing and gripping. I stare into her eyes, now dark with longing. Her mouth is open and she is gasping for each breath, sucking in irregular gulps of air, her wrist a blur. And suddenly, I notice, so is mine. My embarrassment has quickly given way to extreme and urgent arousal. Back and forth, SO hard. She is watching me masturbate.