At first I intended to stick with the course of action I had planned, only it would be Amy and I watching. But as I thought it through, I had come to ...another idea, and the more I considered it, the more convinced I became that it was the way to go.The two girls showed up at my house a little before six, and they both immediately embraced and kissed me, Jessica going first and Amy as always following her lead. Jessica had that sparkle in her eye I had come to know so well, and she brushed her. ..?”“Carson Ma’am, Cindy Carson,” she replied softly. “And yes, yes it is,” she answered in a whisper with her eyes looking downcast once again.“Okay, Honey, it’ll be alright. I’m here to help you in any way that I can, okay?” she affirmed kindly while reaching out and patting CC’s hand reassuringly.CC nodded, still looking down, her hand clutching mine so tightly that her knuckles were white with tension. I scooted my chair closer to hers and put my arm around her shoulder as she started to. She once again gave him a kiss on the cheek and then took his hand in hers and led him to the small counter complete with bar stool where she bade him have a seat."What will you have?" she asked indicating a number of bottles in the mini-bar."Make it a rum and coke," he answered and watched the swaying of her gown and the movement of her ass under it as she moved to the bar to fix his drink.She set a glass in front of him and one in front of her and then took a seat on the barstool next to him.. Which is always useful. (I even gave her a little sexy nickname after this, which she didn’t like, but still…)Now, amidst all this time, I think to myself and then ask the question to her: “What is this?”What do we call this thing? The question floated around while we were exchanging sexy pics and texts and crap. Have I finally found my sexy queen? I got my answer not much later. She answers back in a text: “I would call it a flirtationship?”Bitch, what? I’m here sending pics of my dick to you..