In a couple of months, things had changed between us. He was more relaxed and comfortable around me. He still called me Mr. Mathews instead of dad, bu... it somehow was less formal. It just became the name he used for me.One Saturday morning I’d gotten up and hadn’t bothered to shave or bathe. I went downstairs in my pajamas and had coffee and toast. After looking through the local paper and watching a portion of Morning Joe on MSNBC I went back upstairs to do the morning routine.Elsie had. She was stiff and a little sore and hadn’t quite figured out exactly where she was. The room took on a sharper focus and she realized the coolness pressing against her cheek was the statue Etherus. She was sitting at his feet with her back against one of his legs. Rubbing her eyes she turned her head and noticed that Etherus’s proud manhood was now hanging properly spent but no less impressive in size in it’s flaccid state. The tip held a single drop of pearly fluid and looking down Kathryn was. AndJames and I were both the same height.I can't say I forgot about that physical impossibility, but it wasdistinctly pushed from my consciousness when James leaned in and kissedme. The thought of kissing him had of course crossed my mind on manyoccasions. It felt like the therapy almost had to lead there as thesensuality I was learning to experience was an extension of sexuality.And, oh God, did we ever like kissing. But where I thought it would be ahill too steep to cross... kissing a. I asked him whether I can meet her more. He said, “Just be careful and do not harass the girl”.After a few minutes, she called for some room service and I convinced my friend that I will go.I was stunned when she opened the door just in her bra and pantie. I had thought that she was more conservative as she came in a hijab for breakfast. She saw me and gave a smile.After that, she closed her door. She came out after a few hours. I went to her, adopted a bold approach and asked for her number..