"Amber, having just released a weight on her soul that she had been carrying for years, broke down into tears. Britney followed."You love me? Like lov...e love?" asked Britney, tears rolling down her cheeks."Yeah," Amber spat."All these years..." whispered Britney. "All these years I wondered if you could ever love me." You wondered, what?" spat Amber."If you could ever love me the way I love you," said Britney softly. "Turns out you do." You're messing with me, right?" No," said Britney. "I've. They love both of you. They’re proud of you. They don’t care about your family. You are their family now. You’re their beautiful mother. You have no idea how many people in the world think you’re the most beautiful woman ever.’ With high heels still on, Anne was the very picture of beauty. She may have been worrying about aging, but at that moment, no one would think anything about it. She was pale and beautiful. She draped her knees over Rachel’s shoulders, and Rachel began kissing Anne’s. When I got out of the shower I dried off, threw on a pair of shorts, and went to give her a kiss in the kitchen. When I walked in my jaw almost hit the floor, she was rolling out some dough in nothing but her apron, glasses, pumps, and some jewelry. I came up behind her, smacked her scrumptious little ass and asked her, “What are you baking, you sexy chef?”“Cookies,” she responded in an innocent voice and continued to roll out the dough.“Need any help?” I asked.“No,” she said as she put down. We went to a great steakhouse in town and had a delicious dinner and decided to have a drink at the bar afterwards. As we walked into the bar I noticed a few guys checking me out, one in particular was a handsome black man. I climbed up on the barstool and felt my dress creep up my thighs just a bit further which attracted some more looks from the other guys as well as my husband. As we enjoyed our drinks, my hubby started stroking my thigh, moving his hand slowly upwards under my dress. I.