“Thank you, Henry—bringing ice and cups was so considerate.” I batted my eyelashes and watched as he fell under my spell. So far so good—now...all I had to do was get him to open up to me.We stayed there talking as I slowly pulled the story of his life out of him. For now it was just the basics, but that wasn’t important. I needed him to speak. Henry was born and raised in Shamokin, a town in what had been Pennsylvania coal country until the 1970’s when the colliery had been closed and. . When I got home from the days events with my neighbor I thought , if I am going back over there later I better take a nap and get some food in me before I take a shower . So I ate some pizza from the night before and a few homemade chocolate chip cookies that are just awesome and I lay down on the couch with my remote control for a nap and I remember thinking ~~~ I wonder if I will have a dream about the nympho next door ~~~~ but that's another story, anyway I woke up at about 6 with a nice. ” I say as she squeals and runs off. I wince, my head pounding. I was already regretting having to take care of a bunch of children with my hangover.Kristy looks at me. “Come on, let's go get changed then.” She says and we both go to our tent.We start to undress, I look over at Kristy for a moment. She really was attractive. Sure, I had seen her naked tons of times. That just happened when you went camping with someone enough. She was so skinny, and even though her boobs weren't huge they fit. I noticed the early sun streaming through the curtains and I decided I needed to get back home to my loving husband.Victor would be worried about me, since I had told him I would do some late evening mall shopping and later would have dinner and spend the night at Helena’s home.But these soft lips kissing my skin were not Helena’s.I rolled over onto my back and my new black lover Jackson’s lips covered mine with wet kisses. It felt good; but I should be going.I told Jackson that I needed to get.