Patrice and I watched them argue, adding in our own dialog since we couldn't hear them all the time."Do either of you have a problem with kissing a gi...l?" Frankie finally asked us.I looked quizzically at Patrice. I sure didn't. She grabbed my head and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Then we both laughed.Frankie chuckled, too. "Okay, let's play around with that."Patrice and I kissed in a few more positions, first lightly kissing, then practically full-on making out. The directors and Frankie. I remember one day I caught a peek of her turquoise panties sticking out of her pants when she had bent down. I couldn't hep but wonder what type of panty it was. One day while I was at work my wife had called and asked if her niece could stay with us while her parents went out of town, sure I replied. When I had gotten home that evening my wife was making dinner and her niece was taking a shower. We had a bathroom that was connected to our bedroom closet and to my surprise when I went to. "Kathy," she ordered. "There are two boxes of cookies in my locker; take everyone to my locker and share the cookies. I need a moment alone with Mark."Kathy curtsied to Jessica and began pushing the rest of the clique towards the north exit of the courtyard. Several of the members had already started running in that direction. I watched in fascination as the area around the table was emptied of people, leaving Jessica and me sitting alone."Nice trick," I mused."They do listen," Jessica replied. He had to be deaf if he couldn't hear my heart pounding in my chest. I took a step closer. He wasn't exactly facing me, but he wasn't exactly looking away either. Another step and I was only two feet behind his left shoulder. All he needed to do was turn his head. I sat on the concrete as quietly as possible. Laying back I felt the rough concrete on my skin. I spread my legs wide and played a finger on my pussy. This went on for at least five minutes when he hung up his phone and put it in his.