I admit it. I wanted to kiss them again.I produced the Slim Jims after breakfast, suggesting they could be viewed as dessert. Eva laughed at me and ca...lled me goofy. Timothy did not. I felt pretty good about that. He laughed at me later when I gave him the Chocolate Santa for Christmas, pointing out that I'd gotten things backward, but that it was okay because he liked them both.He only had two other presents that were wrapped. One was a new shirt and the other a pair of snow boots. His mother. Hold me?”I held my arms out and took her into them and pulled her onto my lap. She fell asleep, then I leaned my head on hers and followed her right there in my office chair.That was how Jessica found us. Me holding her mother, dried tear stains running down her cheeks. She left us there until she had her books in the kitchen, changed clothes, and stuck a lasagna in the oven.I heard the knock. A light tapping, just to get our attention. “Shit, I wish it had been you two. On the other hand, I’d. The morning was awkward. I was a bit ashamed and had a hard time talking to him. We became estranged after that. I had wanted to jerk off with him and tell him about my own experience but, I had other secrets that I didn't want to share so, I stayed away from him.Today, in my retirement, I still have a fantasy about jerking off with another man and sharing experiences but felt it very unlikely to happen until recently.I have a very good friend who's gay. We go to bars together and he's. ‘You don’t own me, we aren’t engaged or anything. If I want to go out with him I can. And there’s sod all stopping my going to bed with him, if I feel like it either.’ ‘But you’re my girl!’ a young man’s voice replied. ‘No, I’m not, mister! Not until that ring’s on my finger, I’m not,’ the young woman replied angrily. ‘Oh, yeah, you’re pretty good at talking about getting engaged and making all kinds of promises to me when you’re trying to get me into bed. But where’s that ring that you keep.