I just find ways to cope with her bullshit.”“Sex?” Jolene asked.“Right now, yes. That’s my coping mechanism. It’s working, too. I should b... totally down in the dumps and depressed, but I’m not. Why? Because I’m getting laid. A lot.”“Why tell ME that?”“We’re being honest here, right? We’re baring our souls. Well, I’ve bared mine to you and you’ve bared yours to me. That’s part of the personal growth we’ve talked about. Being able to have these conversations is super important. Here’s an. ’ I opened my arms offering a hug and she surprised me by stepping into my arms and returning my hug. Before releasing her, I moved my face to hers and kissed her chastely on the lips. She didn’t recoil or pull away which made me feel better. She hadn’t rejected my advance slow and subtle as I had tried to be. * * * I kept asking until I finally convinced Mom to let me take her to dinner the following weekend. I chose a very nice restaurant which had a club adjoining for those who wished to. Mandy blushed, embarassed that I'd caught her staring. "O-only in pictures ... It's, um, really sexy."Moving closer to the girl, I softly said, "You can try on my thong... but you have to lose the panties."Her eyes widened in surprise ... but then, with a shy smile, she pulled her panties down and off. I still wasn't quite sure if she would let me fuck her or not, but seeing this sexy teen's partial nudity was reward enough.I gazed down at her pussy -- a beautiful pink slit, framed by a. I got well wishes, cards, little girly gifts and kisses. By seven, the only two people left were Diane and myself. At seven thirty-five Di also left, wishing me luck. She paused at the doorway and gave me a strange look that I couldn't read. Of the twenty or so people in the building, only she and a couple of others knew of the arrangement their company had with the Secret Service. Perhaps she was curious about me and my history. She knew nothing about my mission parameters nor the fact that.