. I got one of those porno newspapers out of a street rack for a quarter and started reading things... I read a story about park bathrooms.... there w...s one not far from me! The library was on the other side and I had to pass by the bathroom to get there... I decided to scope things out... for the next several days I'd walk past in the morning and see a guy sitting on his small motor bike, looking around... I was sure he was a bathroom perv... he was in his late 20's... a cutie... sandy blonde. Later I made the choice that my children came first and now, one is leaving the nest for college, I'm all but burnt out at work, and if I continue without a vacation... Wrenching her mind from those thoughts, she finished and exited the shower. She dried off, dressed in her street clothes, and left the Lounge on her way to the Director of Nursing's Office with determination.She would make them an offer they couldn't refuse; vacation or resignation.Mike and Dyl'fair were still naked while seated. Stepping around the corner of the house, she found herself staring at the fountain. It was frozen now with icicles hanging off of its outer rim. A gray figure stood at the edge, unmoving and covered in snow.“Naia?” Beth stepped toward the back door of the home to get a better look at the figure, then clasped a hand tightly across her mouth to hold in a scream.The statue standing by the fountain’s edge had a look of surprise on her face, her hair flared back as if a breeze had been running. Yet, never before had I felt so sexy, so happy as when my son is inside me slamming away or when his hands are groping me in the back of an elevator.I grew up believing the lies that my mother sold me - about marriage and love and that that being enough to make happiness. Not once did she disclose the heat of being horny as you grew older while your husband barely looked at you any longer. And when he did, it was for his selfish need to get off and not to give pleasure. Was my mother happy in.