The kiss was telling. It spoke of newness, the first for both women, and neither wanted it to end. Their tongues danced the sweetest tango; lips explo...ed teeth and tongue, leaving both beauties breathless. Finally the audience around them made itself known. Men gawked and stroked themselves, and soon, the sounds of orgasms filled the air. Carla didn’t seem to care, because she wanted more of the light skinned beauty that brought such electricity to her. “I need to taste you!” The urgency in her. Today was going to be a good day for them, and he knew better than to waste it. He sent a group message to his friends telling them to exclude him from whatever plans they made for later. Joanna put down the newspaper. … Gemma nestled against Ryan’s chest and kissed his neck sleepily. He sighed appreciatively and stroked the small of her back. ‘Good morning, darling.’ Ryan kissed her forehead in response, and Gemma threw back the covers while she leapt off the bed, the sunlight that bathed her. "I nodded, thinking she knew what I was feeling when she caught me looking between her legs. I glanced away, feeling guilty and then looked back, making eye contact again. She has a very soft smile."That's the problem. It'd be easier if I'd never tasted the fruit, but I did and I'm bedeviled with the memory and the urges. My body seems to have an agenda separate from my mind." Get horny?"She laughed again and said, "I haven't heard that word in years, but yes, that's the feeling." Humanness. All the missed touches from someone you’ve loved for years. The touch I missed the most was a loving woman’s fingernails scratching my back.It would cause me to shrug my shoulders and literally purr. If there was any one thing that Kendi did that pulled me to her, it was a nice back scratch.We walked back to the farmers market on Saturday morning and we went to a movie on Saturday evening before going home and cuddling up in the big comfy chair listening to classical music.We woke up Sunday.