"She's a great girl. I'd love having you both here." I said wiping a tear from her face."She didn't want me to. She's a real 'bull' headed person." Ch...ntal giggled when she could see that I wasn't mad at either of them. "Can we go get her tonight? I'd feel so much better if she were here with us." She pleaded, and gave me a great kiss. "Please?" she begged.I gave her a kiss in return and said, "Yes! Let's get ready." I told her and we went to get my other woman and soon to be mother of my other. God its been years. Her face took on a far-off look. What did you write, he asked. And how did it make you feel? Rachael smiled. Oh, silly stuff. Some poetry, some short stories. Nothing really. I kept a journal for years. It always calmed me. Made me feel at peace, you know? Well, silly me, of course you would know. Brain smiled back and asked, If it made you feel good, why dont you still write? Rachael became very quiet. I stopped when my husband died. I just didnt seem to have anything to. I almost gasped when I saw her. Ruth was just stunning; she was a dark-haired Greek woman wearing a very expensive low cut business dress which highlighted her large breasts. There must have been six inches of cleavage showing. The rest of her body was stunning. She was “curvy” but had a very sophisticated, elegant air around her. My jaw dropped when she said, “Hi Marsha I was looking for you”. I had gotten dressed up for the fair and was looking good as usual. I was happy when Ruth looked me. .. but ... I've never really understood what it might be like. It seems so ... icky." Trust me. Once you've experienced it, you'll understand why some women can't get enough of it." If you're willing to, then I guess I'd like to try it. At least once." I'm going to take your panties off first, then I want you to lie back on the seat and spread your legs. Make sure you're comfortable. I have a pillow in the back seat for your head."I reached over the seat and grabbed the pillow and put it up.