Don't worry about me." That's my girl."Randy placed soft kisses on my legs as he laid them back on the bed. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. Ra...ndy wasn't done with me. The bulge in his underwear told me that. “Amber. We can still stop this. What happens next doesn't have to happen. You understand?" I do Randy." I pulled on one of my nipples and ran a finger around the other. "Fuck me. PLEASE." There was no going back for either of us. We both wanted to cross this line, together. I was. A week or so later we invited Candy and Steve over for dinner. After a few drinks inhibitions were clearly being shed. Candy stripped down to her sexy new underwear and demanded we take photos of her; next she sat on Renee’s lap and proceeded to undress her while kissing her passionately. It wasn’t long before both women were down to their panties and exploring each others bodies with hands and tongues. Renee eventually got up, taking Candy’s hand led her to the bedroom, the door shut behind. "I did as I was told, he took my hips and gently pulled them up motioning me to raise my bum and get up onto my knees. He left me there in that position with my chest against the mattress and my bum up in the air as he reached over to the bedside table. He pulled out a tube and began smearing it's contents onto his cock. Next I felt him smear thick globs of it between my butt cheeks. I struggled but he reached around my waist and firmly held me in place as he pushed the tube against my anal. ”A couple of days later, after discussing the idea with Peggy, I bit the bullet and gave notice that I was leaving my apartment at month’s end. I paid rent for the month but was actually long gone by the time the first of August rolled around.The change simplified my life a little, but actually very little had changed. I did a little more work around the house and grounds, paid Sarah rent, and became a more systematic contributor of food and other necessities for the family.And although I.