They contemplated the secrets of the universe and the very nature of being, some focusing on a single question for a billion years, others investigati...g matters that might or might not be understood before the heat-death of this universe.To Jazmura, it was all horribly, terribly dull. She'd transcended the flesh with the rest of them, but grown restless with the contemplative life after only a few millennia and longed to return to more primal times. There was only so much navel-gazing you could. "Do American women have boyfriends besides their husbands?"The others almost fell out of their chairs laughing. Finally, Ethel said, "Honey, without my special boyfriend, I would have divorced that bum I'm married to, years ago."Mary, the only black female of the group, said, "You know that young man that parks our cars? Well, he parks his shoes under my bed every chance he gets. Believe me, he gets plenty of chances!" I've got two that come visiting each time my Tom leaves town, and Tom is a. I'd jokingly described them as needing a heavy support bra. Let's clear the air on that. My breasts are pretty average. I usually wear size B bras when I wear bras. Being a nudist most of my life, hundreds of people have seen both my nipples and my pussy, and I like going braless. Recently I started corresponding with a reader who said he attended an art class where they painted nudes in watercolors. In my return letter I mentioned that I have attended drawing sessions, evening meetings. Holding her hand back to knock, she paused. Feeling horny at just the thought, she turned and began walking to her Grandparents’ door. She was not ready. Bending over, to get the key from her shoe, she noticed it was not there. It must have fallen out. She knocked on her grandparents’ door. Knocked again. No answer. Then, a door opened…it was Tom’s door. She suddenly felt a rush of butterflies throughout her stomach. Tom’s handsome face peered out his door and saw Gail there. Gail turned her.