.. The cheeks of my bottom were stretched apart. Lubricated fingers pushed roughly into my arse; they were inexperienced, treating my tender anal ope...ing as you might a hungry pussy. I didn’t even know whose fingers they were but as they drove deeper, I tried not to care. There was movement behind me and I caught a single word: ‘Fit?” I knew what was about to happen; knew that I should stop it. But I didn’t stop it. Blunt pressure built rapidly and then my sphincter gave way and a cock. Debbie puts make-up on, something she rarely uses, going a bit heavy to try to create the image Abbie gave off yesterday. Debbie curses when the eyeliner smears, and she needs to redo it. ‘How does Abbie do it so flawless? I need her here to make me up,’ Debbie thinks, laughing at herself.When done, Debbie has a smoky, alluring look about her. She puts on one of her strap-ons, then lacy panties and bra, thinking, if doing this, she should go all the way. Debbie adds a garter belt and silk. Her hips now had some curve to them and she had filled out more on top. I was maybe ten feet back and was amused at her carefree gait. Maybe it’s just me, but some girls just seem to develop a swing to their hip as they move. That was Shelly. The loose tails of her blouse covered her butt, but the slightest breeze managed to give a guy a short glimpse of a very fine ass working against the stretched denim fabric of her shorts. She was carrying her flip-flops by one finger over her. While I wasn't going to wear it out, I did put it on. I told Hazel just to dump dresser drawers into boxes, and grabbed an assortment of things from the closet. In my office, I had my prepacked Rollaboard weekend bag, and a briefcase that I kept ready for consulting visits. I took working files from the desk, and then the sorts of little things that you don't always find in someone else's office.In the kitchen, I picked up my knife block. Given our mutual interests in Southeast Asia, if Carol.