Then I quickly hung up the phone.Then I quickly hung up the phone. Suddenly I was seized by an inexplicable and delicious sense of naughtiness, accompanied by a tiny fluttering of guilt. I quickly abandoned the guilt. After all, for a woman in my condition, a nice cheezy porno flick could probably be considered therapeutic. The naughtiness, however, I kept for later use. I again made myself comfortable on the bed, piling both the large pillows behind my back, leaning back against them such that I could watch the television at a comfortable angle. Then I relaxed and sucked the juice out of my slice of melon while I waited for the show to begin. Abruptly it did. The data screen winked out, the screen blanked for a moment, then flickered back on again to reveal the feature already in progress. The scene was a game room, with a big green billiard table dominating the center of it. Bending over the bumper board, cue stick in hand, was a gawdily painted woman of luscious proportions, dressed in a short pink dress. I'll call her Jane. Then a tall, lean man, whom I will call John, clad only in a tight pair of jeans, moved into view and pressed himself against her rear, ostensibly to help guide her grip on the stick as she aimed for the cue ball. This action, of course, included the mandatory pelvic grind, where the young stud rubs his groin against the girl's ass. I stopped eating my melon, and watched fixedly. Mandatory pelvic-grind still in progress, John slid his hands up Jane's arms and down her sides, then up her stomach to grasp her tits through her dress. Jane turned her attention from the targeted cue ball to the targeted man, looking over her shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes and pouting mouth. Abruptly she turned in his arms, and they went at each other. He lifted her easily to sit her on the edge of the pool table while she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began kissing rabidly. |