We kissed and, somehow, the kiss lingered just a bit longer than it perhaps should have done. We looked at each other and kissed again – and again. ...hat too became a more regular occurrence – all quite innocent though. Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a f****y gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a. “I’ll be right there to address any complaints. This is the simplest of exercises and one you will frequently be doing. Do you have any other questions before we begin?” she asked us as we stood by the old style 25 cent kiddy-rides and bubble gum machines at the entrance.“What do we say if anyone asks us why we are dressed this way or acting this way, Ma’am?” I asked.A black woman with three kids walked past us in the entrance. She looked us up and down scornfully but said nothing.“It is highly. But this time, he promised himself to try and handle things better by allowing his feelings to come out, then encouraging his children to do the same. When he'd been a teen, denying his feelings had almost cost him a sister, and could have closed the door on the life of happiness they'd found in each other."There's a reason why he treats you like that, and it's not because he thinks you're a ninny, as you put it," Brandon started out on an explanation that was based on the day's earlier. “Oh just to the grocery store, I need to get some baking supplies so I can make a cake for a friends surprise birthday party” I replied. “Oh cool! Mind if I come with?”, she asked. I didn’t mind at all. Who could resist spending their time with that sexy woman? Not me. After getting the baking supplies, Jessi and I headed home. When we had parked Jessi suggested that we get to know each other better and that we would bake together in her apartment. I was completely fine with that.Jessi and I.