A Surprise in Cancun
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - This Air Force SSgt leaves her love for a new duty assignment. When she returns to reclaim him, she's met with a surprise that breaks her heart. She returns to her duty station, and eventually finds love again but is faced with difficulties having a child. Later, she is met with some earth-shattering news. She's later faced with betrayal from the people she loves the most. She leaves for a trip to Cancun and has a little fun of her own. That fun turns into something more. Her family wonders if s
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Workplace Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Pregnancy
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Sunday morning, mom and dad arrived. As soon as her eyes fell upon me, she stated, “My goodness, Jacqueline, are you eating down here?”
I hugged her, “Of course, I’m eating.”
“Leave the girl alone Marva, she looks fine,” said my father as he hugged me. He looked around, “this is a nice place.” He went sat on the sofa and looked out the patio door to a nice view of the sea.
My mother looked around, “It’s so small. I feel closed in.”
“It’s just me living here. So.”
“And long will it be just you,” she asked as she strutted to the patio door with her hips swaying.
“We didn’t come here to harass the girl,” my father commented as he flipped through the channels looking for ESPN.
“I’m not harassing her. Just wondering how long it’s going to take for her to find someone. She ain’t getting any younger. She’ll be thirty before you know it.”
“I still have three years before that happens. So, hungry?”
“No. We stopped and got something before we arrived. Maybe later.” She said as she sat next to my father, “What are we doing today?”
“My friends invited us for a boat ride.”
“Really,” my father said excitedly.
“Ugh, boat ride, girl, I just got my hair pressed. This humidity here is something.”
“It’s no worse than South Carolina.”
“Yes, it is. We live by the mountains, not by the coast.”
“Come on mom, dad really wants to go. We’ll be on the boat. It’s not like Yemoja will come on the boat and pull you into the ocean.”
She turned her lips over, “I told you about talking crazy to me.”
I chuckled. She hated when I spoke of orishas and Yoruba culture. She thought it was demonic. I don’t know why. I had researched our lineage and found out we had roots in Nigeria but she wanted to distance herself from anything that wasn’t Christianity.
Dad smirked; he got his kicks out of watching me mess with her. She turned to him and he pretended to be watching the sports news.
“Let’s just go for a little while. There might be a guy there you can check out for me,” I said with puppy dog eyes.
This piqued her interest, “A guy?” she smiled from ear to ear, “Is he black?”
“Yes. Mom.”
“Okay, call your friends and let them know we’ll come on the lil boat ride but for an hour only. These curls cost me a lot of money.”
“Great.”
When I called to ask Warren to join us on the boat ride, he was ecstatic. He planned to meet us after the church service. He stated he had to go home, get changed, and afterward, he’d meet us at the docks.
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