“Do you want to get dropped off first?” she asked. “No, you’re on my way,” I lied. We held hands as the cabby drove through the empty street..., over the Mass. Ave. bridge, into Cambridge. I smiled as we actually passed my place on the way over. Her thumb caressed the back of my hand as we sat. The cab pulled up in front of a trim brownstone near The University. “Well, this is it,” she said inanely. We kissed goodbye. Nothing hardcore, just a kiss. No tongues, but it ached. She caressed my face. “Whatchu do last night, Michie,” asked the thirty-one year-old dread head.“Not shit, mane! Baby mama trippin’.”“Hell yeah! Mine too! She need to quit holdin’ out. Or she gon’ see why niggas cheat,” offered the six-foot-one, 200-pound dude.“Hell yeah! I need some ass. I’m horny as fuck,” admitted the 29 year-old with the low cut fade.Just then, they spotted Zion walk outside and down the driveway. He was carrying a bag of trash that he tossed into the city provided bin on the curb.“Sup, li’l. There was no doubt in her mind. It was "Yes!"An unequivocal, definite yes!Renee stared at Fran with new fear in her eyes. Fran belonged now and the blonde girl couldn't help any longer. It was up to her. For both their sakes. Only... She was scared. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she didn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on. .she is coming back up the stairs, she has her bag in her hand, she walks in the bedroom looks at me on the bed with my hard on, crosses her arms in front of her grabs hold of her top and pulls it over her head she lets it drop to the floor.Oh what a lovely sight her breast are, her nipples are fat and long, bigger than her mums and proud, her breast are not huge but natural with an almost personality all of the own, each one looks like a mouth in need of a kiss, she has a natural cleavage she.