The women seemed to gravitate towards cliques related to economic circumstances. Some hadn’t come out of their divorces with much more than the shir...s on their backs, others had taken their spouses to the cleaners. Some had young children, and some had grown children. An awful lot of talk went on about the incredibly mundane aspects of real life, like dealing with children, shopping, and arranging car repairs without somebody to drive you back after dropping off the car.There was a very active. I refused to believe it. She was married to my father, a guy, not to mention everything she had done with me. Was it all an act? Does she really like girls? My mind went into overdrive as I tried to comprehend this twisted turn of events. I was just about to short circuit when I felt Stacey's hand lightly grab mine as she asked, "You okay, Glen?" No, I'm not okay! This is insane!" I yelled, standing quickly and exiting the house.I rushed over to my apartment and locked the door. "Fuck! Fuck!. So drop it. Now. Or leave. Your choice.”“As you say. You’re in control and in charge, Steve. I’ll drop it. I will point out, though, that I finally see some real backbone. It’s interesting that it came out on that topic.”I chuckled, “Not really, if you think about it. I’ve spent YEARS trying to get out from under her control. She made me submissive, but in rejecting submission to HER, I learned to stand up for myself.”Anala nodded, “Then make use of that strength, Steve. Do it carefully and in. She didn’t know whether to cooperate or move away, so she did neither. She just lay there and let it happen.I rubbed again, more intensely, and I could feel her getting excited. Should I pull her gusset aside and slip into her? I knew she would like it, but she had asked me not to, so maybe I should establish my nice-guy credentials and leave that for another time.My head strayed down towards her crotch and I poked my tongue below the waist of her knickers. She stopped my head with her hand."I.