My mind was racing with excitement. I loved the experience; she was so beautiful, but why was she doing this?“What did you think of that?” she ask...d.Stunned, I said, “That was great. I think that is what Freud describes as…”“Shut up about Freud, he didn’t know anything about women,” she interjected.With that she kissed me again. This time she was ferocious and used her tongue to open my mouth and dance hers with mine. We kept passionately kissing, and I could feel her hand sliding down my body.. Ginger never stopped licking and sucking me until I collapsed beside her on the blanket. Ginger moved up to me, kissing me, sharing my cream. I loved it and held her closely to my overheated body telling her that I really loved spending my lunch time with her. Ginger looked into my eyes saying, "I had a wonderful time too and would love to do this again one day." We continued to lay there for several minutes basking in the warm sunshine, holding each other closely enjoying the post euphoric. Gwen looked devastated. I had no idea why, a month before she couldn't stand me. I tried not to care what she was feeling, but I knew. I also knew that if I comforted her, she would be like a puppy. I would never get rid of her.I forced myself to play it cool. I left her at the register and used my crutches to get to the cruiser. I managed to make it to the Cop Out without running over anything. Since it was my left leg that was injured, I shouldn't have any trouble driving. I didn't really, it. Along the way my wife and I got separated as she was more interested in taking photos of the plants than getting to the gondola. I stopped to look in a Miners shed and found two young women kissing and groping each other. They hadn't heard me so I stood and watched . Being a voyeur is new experience, watching and being turned on by the woman in the dress around her waist leaning on the table as the other woman in hiking gear squatted behind her face buried between the bare ass cheeks licking.