I don't mind. I have laundry and dishes to do down here." Well... okay Mrs. Baker. If you say so." Like a fool, I just stood there staring at the cove...."Have you read that one, Neal?" I swallowed hard and gave a slight nod."Did you enjoy it? Do you like stories like that? If I remember, that one is very sexy." Hunh? You... you've read this book?" My jaw dropped open."Sure. I don't read all the stuff my husband buys, but I do remember that one. It was a fun read -- it made me laugh -- among. "He said, "You look beautiful and other people actually enjoy your fetish. We will find only other interested people."The idea actually excited me, it was a chance to make my fantasy real. I don't know how, but I surrendered to my fetish and said ok to him.After that, many days passed as we enjoyed the car horn thing while it was still just my fantasy. I became more desperate to get a truck horn session. So I kept asking my boyfriend if he found anyone.He just smiled and said, "Baby, don't. The section of the trail adjacent to the college is very beautiful, with thick woods on both sides of the trail. In one spot there is a bench placed on the side of the trail. There is also a small side trail that starts a few feet from the bench. It is almost hidden by the thick bushes, and I found out that it leads down to the river.The trail isn't very heavily used that early in the morning. But, I did notice that every morning there was what looked to be a black college boy either just. “I can’t believe…that was the best I’ve ever had.”“Me too, Mark,” she assured him. “The best ever.”“You’re not really drunk, are you?”She laughed. “No, Mark. Not anymore. You didn’t take advantage of me, if that was your worry.”“You…wanted this?”“Didn’t you?”He kissed her again. Hard. When they came up for air she was smiling, laughing again. “Oh, Mark,” she cooed. “This is so wonderful.”“It’s i****t,” he said.She sobered momentarily. “I know,” she said. “Does that bother you?”He made his.