In chatting with Bree after breakfast the second day we discovered our common link. She’d asked why I was visiting and her eyes lit up when she hear.... That opened up our common bond and she asked if we might visit more after dinner. How could I refuse that? I’d not been in even a casual relationship in a while with my travelling.When I got back from dinner I asked Melody where Bree was and she said she’d let her know I was back. It was maybe 8pm when Bree knocked on my door and she was wearing. "Huh." Then, quickly I added, "That doesn't mean I don't want to-" Of course not." Because I still-" Me, too." I mean, feel free to-" I haven't found anyone I like, yet, but it might happen, you never know. And, of course, you can feel free to do the same." So... what happens when we do? Do we, you know, tell them, or...?"Jen raised her hands in front of her and turned her face. "That's between you and her, okay? If you want to tell her and you think she'll be okay with it, you can tell her.. He’s a big teddy bear and I feel safe with him. If you became friends with him, it would make this crazy arrangement tolerable,” smiled JC. “I’ll give a go, hon. It was nice that he stopped by with the flowers last night. Shows me he cares, but I just have one issue that we need to discuss before we go forward. What about pregnancy? Do you still want to try?” Mike asked. “Yes, I want to keep trying to have a b**y,” she said. “But, what if it’s not from me? What if it’s a black man’s b**y?” Mike. We drive off and arrive at her beach house around noon. A few minutes later we hear a knock on the door. “You two still dressed,” Cynthia said as she came in. She was wearing a tight yellow bikini top and bottom with her bottom covered by a shear skirt. Her body was tight with a tattoo. A rose with a long vine down her right side starting at her inner thigh and working up to her breast. Her breasts were round and very perky, making it hard not to stare at her. Her boyfriend was a tall, skinny.