"Come on, you can show me how to takethe car around the back." Jacky's shoulders seemed to unbend withrelief as she breathed deeply and nodded her hea.... "You don't mind gaysthen?" she asked as they climbed into the car. "Not at all. We are whatwe are. Why? Are you and Betty lovers?" "Like the song," grinned Jackyignoring Vicky's direct question. "What song?" "You know; 'I am what Iam'." "Oh that. I've never worried about it. We all have our crosses tobear." Jacky felt she sensed something being. We had fallen asleep on the floor and I woke up about three o’clock in the morning. I sent Dhani home and went to bed myself.The next day was a workday so I didn’t see Dhani until I came home. She was sitting on my back porch with all of her meager possessions. Donna had thrown her out for not coming home and had called her a slut again.The following day was Saturday. I took Dhani to see my lawyer. He listened to both of our stories and smiled then he said that all hell was going to cut loose. Of course, for all Iknew, it didn't exist back home.Katie dragged me to a nearby set of escalators that carried us up to thesecond floor, and then down along a parade of neon-signed storefrontsuntil we stood at the entrance of our destination. The bright, hot pinksign hanging in one of the windows was garishly cute, each ornatelyscripted "D" intertwined with the other. Glancing in through the giganticplate glass front of the establishment, I spotted a dozen or so shoppersperusing the wares. Once out I dried off and put my nightie on. I then joined my man on the bed.Cuddling each other at first before his hands started exploring my body. My nightie lifted up as his right hand moved between my legs. His middle finger started rubbing my pussy up and down, stimulating my clit as I started moaning. My moans became louder as I reached climax and started to orgasm. My husband then gave me a short but passionate kiss before going down between my legs.He muffed my pussy with passion,.