Once pushing my sexual attraction for the man away, I replied to his question with, “Not as of yet, but I’m working at it.”
His cellphone sat on the middle of the imported sofa and he removed it, clicked a few buttons, and said, “I’m sure you want to know what kind of relationship I had with Jamie Bodice.”
“That would help me,” I said, intrigued by his actions, and confused at the same time.
He pointed to the seventy-two-inch that sat perpendicular to the sofa, clicked a few more buttons on his cellphone, and said, “This was my connection to Jamie Bodice.”
What appeared on the flat-screen blew me away. Bodice and Bankcroft were undressing each other in Bankcroft’s living room. They shared heated kisses and hugs. Bodice wasn’t acting, pulled out of a kiss with Bankcroft, and said, “I want your cock deep inside me.”
Feeling nervous, watching the adult flick unfold, I cleared my throat.