We just couldn't get enough of each other. That's when we really started talking, sharing all the intimate stuff. We're taking it slow, just kissing s... far. But we both want more. I want her almost as much as I want you. You don't mind do you?" No! Don't be silly. I am not any more jealous of you two than you are about each other being with me. I'm happy you found each other. You certainly could have picked a more dangerous way to experiment about sex, like some strange boy from school... or. "Where are you taking me?" she asked brightly."I thought we could go to the Rooftop Cocktail Lounge for a couple of cocktails and then walk a couple of blocks to a nice restaurant I've found, Cables. After that it's up to you" he replied."After dinner I assumed you would take me back to your ensuite for some more champagne and whatever, at least I hoped you would" she replied without any sign of embarrassment or false modesty."Sounds good to me" was all he needed to say.Once again, Sharon was. I could barely think about anything else!The next morning, I sent her a message asking to see her again. She started to hint that she wasn’t what I thought and that’s why she didn’t want to give me her number and especially why she didn’t want to go to my place, or hers the night before. “Here, I’ll just show you.” she said, too shy to say the words I guess. She sent me this picture.Somehow I knew already, somehow, I sensed it I guess. I was quick to write how beautiful I thought she was and. Appearance-wise, you are five feet, eight inches tall with lightly tanned skin and dirty blond hair. You are almost always seen wearing a black suit with a dress shirt as purple as your eyes, though today you've decided to wear a simple, fitted black turtleneck with black jeans. Regardless, you decide to keep your black aviators atop your head. There's no real purpose for them other than to look cool since you don't often comb your side-swept bangs out of your face. Well, other than the.