And there was my EX, in all her glory on the other side. Standing next to the dressing table Renee was locked in a very soulful kiss with another gur.... ‘Who is that kissing Renee?’ I asked. ‘Oh thats Jasmine. She loves to kiss among other things.’ Looking down, I saw a face buried in Renee’s pantsuit covered ass . I could only imagine what delights she was doing thru the fabric. ‘And her, what might her name be?’ ‘Candy’ came the reply. ‘And Candy has a tongue that could drill thru multiple. There was plenty of room really, but I pressed up against him anyway. No point in playing hard to get, I say.When I got back to the living room, Cyrus was sitting there in a big armchair, rubbing a small piece of wood between his fingers. A horse I think it was. He looked up as I walked in."Ah, Glenda. How well do you know my brother?" I don't, really. We met at a bar tonight." So you're not familiar with this?" He waved at the sofa.Hubert was out cold. His head had fallen and was hanging down. His strong arm muscles stuck out each time he clutched the spade. I was watching him from inside the greenhouse and I was becoming weary and fuzzy just looking at him. Maybe it was the heat getting to me, maybe I felt unsatisfied, anyhow I was getting excited. He was the garden boy Michael, a handsome under 30 year old guy, who came to work for me and my husband John about 6 months ago. Our garden in Jamaica looked like a junk yard before, now it’s turning into a paradise, We moved here, just. Whatever consenting adults do sexually that gives them pleasure, causes them no pain, and harms no one else is good for them, and should be no one’s business but their own.” Memories of my college days came flooding back into my consciousness. Memories of the first time a man had ever made real love to me with his mouth. The first time I had ever had a man shoot his load down my throat. I wasn’t a virgin when I entered college. I had lost that to our next-door neighbor’s seventeen year old son.