I shuddered beside her. I struggled to answer my friends, typing with just my thumb. Gosh, I can’t remember.”
“Right,” I said. She smelled so good. If she had woken up, I just had to pretend I wasn’t doing anything. I had to masturbate now. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered through it. My sister’s bed creaked. Sparks flared. My heart pounded. Her legs shifted. I brushed my clit and stroked around it. “That’s what we were talking about?”
“Yeah,” she said. I wanted to touch it. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. My twin sister and I came together again. It wasn’t bad. My nipples throbbed. The flavor of her sweet pussy filled my mouth. But it could be her. Her hazel eyes met mine. Her sweet aroma filled every inhalation. “Why did we come here?”
I shrugged, my arms wrapped around the chain. I don’t know what happened at the park to flip this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make love to my twin. “You’re feeling so good.
