She is already pushing into the room when I catch up to her. In a swift step, I slide in letting the heavy door clap shut behind us. Spinning her by t...he waist, she drops her purse and wraps her arms over my shoulders. We lock in a deep breathy kiss.I let my lips trail along her jawline, then, with a hand, I push her chin up to face the ceiling, exposing her neck. I nibble my way to her ear and whisper, “I need this. I need you.”Lexi pushes me back. Her demeanor washes with an indelicate. Also read The Virgin Going Parking at The Local Park A Runaway Week End at The Bensonand Am I Normal part 1. As they are all true stories. The Virgin is how we met! Parking at the local park was what we did a lot when we were first married and was the first time anyone else had ever seen her naked and watched her/ us having sex and that person was a Black Man! This is where her interest started for black men and several other things helped influence her fantasys about such things during the 60s. “What the hell, why not? Mrs. Hopkins, why are you sunbathing with all your clothes on? Don’t you want a nice tan?”“Y-yes, but people might see me.”“Nobody will see you back here but us and we’ve already seen you naked, remember? Why don’t you get a nice golden tan for us?”I giggled. “Ok.” It seemed like a good idea. I quickly stripped down then reclined again on the lounger. I saw Brian carry my clothes into the house while Jack poured me another cup of tea. A few minutes later Brian emerged. " Oh. I ... I don't know."Their heads came together, foreheads touching."I want kids, Cyn. Babies. You've seen my family. I'm not as bad as them, but..." But you grew up surrounded by babies." Violet nodded. Cynthia sighed. "I ... I didn't. I'm an only child. What do you want to do, my Love? Adopt?"Violet took a deep breath."There's one secret I haven't told you. Because, well, until now, it didn't matter." Cynthia regarded her calmly, waiting. Violet licked her lips. "Mom ... Mother Taylor,.