Important business executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room and begin the process of feeling like a woman. I pour myself a glas... of one of my favorite wines. The intoxicating subtle aroma of strawberry and cherry of the 1971 Domaine Georges & Christopher Roumier wine floods my senses. . The perfumes, the makeup...oh what a feeling they bring. Femininity is in the air. Forty-five minutes later I emerge. As I descend down the stairs to the party area, I see the shimmering. Better than Mrs. Kent, actually.The kids were clean and happy. And I had made an excellent dinner. Mr.Kent was exceedingly complimentary when he saw what I had done; Iglowed with praise. But then...then...he kissed me. On the cheek. Buthe kissed me.It was a little peck really. Probably a reflex on his part. What hewould do if it were Mrs. Kent.But he didn't apologize or act embarrassed. He just acted pleased.After I fed him and the kids their fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cornon the cob and. I pulled off my jacket. ” you are too hot shyla. I cant wait to make you scream”. We both laughed. I was liking the staring of a man who was enough old to be my dad. He touched my sexy soft arms and kissed my arms.he pulled me closer to him and we were engaged in deep-kissing. We were tasting each other’s tongues. It was a great excitement for me to be with an old man whose age was double of my age. I hold his face with my hands and kissed the whole face and licked it. He had some wrinkles and. It’s my problem. I know it. Sex and love are aspects of the same thing, at least concerning my relationship with you two. I just can’t keep them separate. I know I’m immature. But I can’t handle sharing you with anyone. I’m sorry I’m so small-minded and selfish.” Dee Dee was the first to respond. “All of us are old fashioned that way. The IAM thing is separate. It really doesn’t count. You do your job, we do our job, and IAM moves forward successfully. You can’t argue with success. We don’t.