Cheryl and Mary sit back outside, bottomless together, and Cheryl tells her stories

"I seem to be called to love," you tell Cheryl, "and I should love for the best reasons if I can."

"Sounds to me like you're an angel, Mary," Cheryl says. "Of a special and very loving kind." She tears off some toilet paper and pats between the sweet lady-lips that you and she just had some out-of-doors business with.

"You seem called, yourself, Cheryl," you say. "Did you ever feel like you were a particular angel in some lady's life?"

Cheryl rises up and flushes. She stands at the sink, her broad pink buttocks, strong from all her swimming, prominent in your gaze. Now that Annabelle has showed you the light between her big brown butt cheeks and the joy you could bring to her there, and now that that Marine lady Marcy showed you how nice it could feel to take a lady's tongue on your dirt hole, you can't help but wonder if Cheryl might be partial to that, either way.

Cheryl washes her hands. She tilts her head, her silver curls giving a little bounce, and makes a "hmm" like she's thinking. "Well, Mary," she says. "There's one young woman I can't forget. I don't know if I was an angel for her, precisely. I think I've done better by others, but well." Cheryl rolls her shoulders. "Hmm. I better switch to diet soda, if you have some. It's a hot, thirsty day, and a beer and a half have me tipsy."

"I have some tea in the fridge, without sugar. Will that do you?" you offer.

"I'd love a tall glass of cold tea," Cheryl tells you. "And I think it's partly you that has me feeling tipsy. You're a powerful drink yourself, Mary, and the beer was just a chaser."

"Oh hon," you say. "That's not me you're feeling, that's love. Love is more powerful than all of us put together. God just reminds us that it's more places than you'd think, and that's why I never forget how blessed we all can be if we just open our eyes." You laugh. "Even I get surprised sometimes!"

You and Cheryl sit outside in the pleasant breeze. She's still bare from toes to tummy.

"Care to join me?" Cheryl asks. "I feel a little underdressed. A little naughty, like that young woman I was going to tell you about."

Cheryl waits until you carefully make yourself bare from your bottom to the bottoms of your feet, folding your clothes and setting them on an empty deck chair. She gives you a big grin when you sit down. "Spread your knees a little," she says. "Like that."

You laugh. "It's nice getting a little air on a day like this." You fan yourself with a hand between your legs. "So tell me about that naughty young lady."

"Well, she wasn't so much naughty for real," Cheryl says. "It's that she loved playacting being a naughty young woman, telling me stories about what a bad girl she was, and having me spank her. And all that together made her climax. I'm a little bit ashamed because I never told my husband about her. But he doesn't make me tell him everything. Just enough to know I'm making myself happy with other women, or making them happy, he's good with generally knowing who or where. Like my swimming class mothers. But I didn't tell him about spanking this bad girl and making her come. I'm still not sure how I feel, except that it turned me on and made me uncomfortable all at once." She smiles. "I can think of a couple of other women I don't feel uncomfortable about. Not at all. I don't know if I was their angel, or they were mine."

"Oh well, my Brian likes to know as much as I'll tell him, which is mostly everything. So unless you want me to hold back, I'll let him know that we were touching Heaven together, and I'm sure he'll be happy to hear how well you're doing by our pastor's wife Nadine. Even if you only touched her like that the one time."

Cheryl sighs. "I suppose it's fine. After all, truth is important about things like this. Even if it's scary sometimes. Yes. Tell Brian."

"Scary, it can be," you say. "I pray on it a lot. The good and the true. It's a mystery sometimes. And I've already told my Brian how I was thinking of you after that first class when I stayed over and saw you and Lesley, and he was so sweet about it."

Cheryl nods. "Well, about that naughty girl I can't forget..." she begins.

TRUTH: On a 10+, Cheryl tells you about one naughty young lady (someone she used to fuck), and two others. Take +1 Forward against each of them.