My hand reaches out to cup your breast, tweaking your nipple playfully.I sit on the couch."Lie down over my lap."You move to obey willingly enough; we...'ve played with spanking before and I know your limits - not that I don't push them now and again. I part your legs slightly, just enough so that I can slip my fingers inside you when I choose. I caress your pretty ass gently and your skin tingles, anticipating the slap.Instead, you feel my hand parting your cheeks and you tense. Sensuously erotic.A minute passed. We were still in the same position, looking into the depths of the other's eyes, seeing yet not seeing, the flashes of desire in them. At the same time, neither of us could move, could not afford to. Finally, we pulled apart."Sorry." Sorry."We looked at each other, the embarrassment written in bold across our faces. Then we laughed, the humor clearing some of the embarrassment. It had been nobody's fault, said the unspoken consensus. We left it at that.Helen. I was hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, but you guessed it, I proposed.I should have had an inkling of what was to come, when mama-Lillian introduced me to her neighbor as Jahmes Smith. My name is Jack Smith. Where the hell did she get that Jahmes from? We kind of went head to head. I’m still Jack Smith, common as it may be, but a lot of people call me Jahmes. I guess that is the dignified way to pronounce Jack.Mama-Lillian didn’t want to push too hard as Little Sandy had been proposed to. "Sounds good to me! Now what?" Now, young lady, you better get ready for bed! Do you realize it's past 10o'clock! In my house, a six-year old goes to bed by 9 p.m.!" She had a sterntone, but I could tell from her smile that she was teasing."Right away Mommy!" I said happily, scampering up the stairs to my room,pulling on the fanciest little nightie I could find, a nice pink nylon allcovered with ribbons and lace. I snuggled into the big, soft bed, and soonsaw Sandra standing in the doorway,.