She answered that she could. She turned bright red during the next question. Finally my interpreter translated, “My mother asked Camille if she was ...repared to start a family and raise babies. Camille said yes. Then my mother told Camille that she would have to always be available to her man for sex, day and night, rain or shine, and in the vagina, mouth, or rectum. Again Camille said yes.” Then my interpreter said, “You now have my mother’s blessing to have sex with Camille and to marry her.”I. “She really would kill me. She’s no angel, mind you. Independent spirit. I guess we’ve turned a few blind eyes over the years.”“Would you turn another one?” I asked.“Now?” he said. “For you?”I coughed uncomfortably as the cogs spun in his brain. He changed the subject and when Rona returned they decided they had to go. We exchanged phone numbers and wished each other goodnight.~~~~~The next morning I was lounging by the pool, too lazy to walk the few hundred yards to the beach, when a text. How you cried out with pleasure as I penetrated you last night. You fucking loved it. And now you want to keep it a secret from Jennifer Peasbottom. Naughty – naughty.“… A good-time girl and one that was attractive, eager and with sizeable assets. He did not need to persuade her. More likely the other way around. He didn’t stop the sexual act in public, because she never wanted him to stop…”You never wanted me to stop either, did you? I remember you crying out or me to fuck you harder. Take. "How 'bout this?" Joe said, pointing to a slatted circular tub of weathered gray wood.JoJo laughed. "What is it?" Beats me," Joe answered. "Maybe some kind of cider press. See the hole down here. I bet that's where the juice would drip."JoJo studied the hole. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we could make it into a planter."Now Joe laughed. JoJo could make just about anything into a planter. "Forget it," he said good- naturedly.Next was a table of knickknacks and odds and ends. "Hey," said.