We’ll meet up tomorrow.Good. You’re never going to believe the surprise I have for you!A minute or so later, another text came from Liz. Do you ...rust me?An odd question, in my mind: did I trust her? I’d told her… No, I’d demonstrated for her that I truly enjoy sex with men. And she asks me if I trust her…Yes. Mostly. Should I not trust you? I was walking down the beer aisle looking for something new.How far are you willing to take that trust?Liz, you already know most of my deepest,. I had to smile knowing that I was going to get to butt fuck this little hussy. Finally she showed me where her clitoris was and asked me to touch it with my finger. She asked me to move my finger around on it harder. Then I watched as her eyes closed and she started to get that feeling of sexual bliss. I had seen that look several times before and I knew that Amanda was enjoying it a lot so I applied some more pressure with my finger and I swirled it around faster and faster. I dipped that. Almost having given up for the given time, I rested my eyes and ears on the piano, currently being played in one of the raised stage-corners. There, a meter or two off of my center of view I got my first glance of you. The first thought, in favour of honesty, that ran through my head was that you just may be the first actually charming catch the night with something more going than just looks, That's if one could judge another's character solely from their eyes, an ability that I had trained. In the end, because of my position, at the time and her complete and utter stubbornness, I really had no other choice, than to go along with her decision. So it was done, we modified our relationship from loving couple to platonic roommates. Since Daria considered our marriage over in her heart and mind, she had no problem, whatsoever, with me having a physical/emotional relationship with another woman. In fact, she encouraged it! A lot of friends seemed to have ethical difficulties with this..