It was simple, really. I was a successful working woman with two wonderful boys and a husband that I loved unconditionally. I had what all women want:...I had it all. And it wasn’t enough! That’s what I learned working with her, but even today, I can’t tell you why it wasn’t enough. I was successful, beautiful, creative and frustrated. I wasn’t unhappy, I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t sexually frustrated, but there was something missing and I had no idea what it was. So, I went looking for it. Wes was a. The guys busted out howling with laughter and Frank popped his head up all red faced. He claimed he was picking up his money. The guys laughed louder. Even I was laughing. It was like catching a little boy being naughty.Naturally the fellows made tons of sexual innuendoes. After winning a particular large hand, Peter held up my hand and gave it a small kiss like you see English gentlemen do on old TV movies. I have small hands with long red nails. When Peter kissed my hand, Al gave him a dirty. "Hey," he responded. I leaned forward to kiss him, my lips softly touching his, my tongue darted out, lightly licking his lips. Our lips pressed more firmly together, a soft, first time kiss shared as lovers. Awkward! Definitely awkward! But as we kissed, the weirdness passed. Our tongues touched, danced. I pulled him tighter against me, pulling my hips down over his crotch. I groaned, a deep guttural groan. Our kisses grew more urgent. Dad dropped his book bag as he sucked my tongue into his. “Either is fine,” she said flatly.“If I said party, would it be a tie vote?” I leveled at her, knowing where she would rather be.“We’ll just park,” she said flatly, rolling her eyes and starting the van. She had deftly averted a controversy.A half hour later, we were pulling into a familiar spot. The same abandoned farmstead. Lexie carefully turned the van behind the garage and shifted into park, turning the van off.We were completely in the dark this time. Lexie turned the key back, letting.