She had her hair in aponytail, white lycra capri pants, and a white tank-top she'd sweatedcompletely through with no bra. "Come in," she said waving m... forward,breasts and nipples plain as day. "Heels off at the door."I hesitated for a split second and then followed her inside, putting mystrappy heels at the door. This was supposed to be a quick drop-off andpick-up, but I was a little curious about the house and a lot curious aboutVera. I stepped inside and saw a large workout mat in an open. She just held me tight.“I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you,” she finally said.“I didn’t know what to do. This guy scares me.”“Well, he doesn’t scare me. He will need to go through me to get to you.”I eventually met her sister, once we entered the house to talk. I learned that the guy had been very nice at first. In fact, he seemed to have a way of convincing everyone that he was one of the nicest guys you would ever meet. But after a few dates, he had become very possessive. He would fly. Increasingly our lovemaking had seen me take a dominant role with Babs bending to my every fantasy.Leanne, my daughter, although young, was quick to spot Babs' nature. Leanne's physical stature and high self-confidence and, OK, maybe a little mean streak, gave her all the attributes to take full advantage of poor Babs. Leanne, at 5 foot 8 inches towered over Barbara by some 4 inches and, although not plump, was quite strongly built. Babs of course was petite and looked frail although she was. What is this, anyway? Is she so accustomed to having women throw themselves at her husband that she expected me to have a crush on him as if I were some teenage girl? He’s just a guy. Well, a great looking guy, I suppose, but I’m a woman, not some teenage girl. And why isn’t Diana jealous of another woman in her home — or her sister-wives — for that matter?As she ate and chatted with those nearby, Emma wondered how so many women seemed to get along so well. Granted, she had only been here a.