“Damn, Jamal, where did you learn how to do that? Ohhhh . . . you . . . ahhhh . . . that feels so good.”“Oh, you like that, do you? That’s jus... my finger. I’d like to really give you a real thrill. I’d like to fuck you silly.”Candy giggled again. “Well, Jamal, it’s not likely I’m going to say ‘no’ any time soon. My God, you are turning me on. I want your big black cock inside me, but we need to use a condom.”“Of course we do. You have some?”“Yeah, I do. I make Fred wear one whenever we . . . uh. ‘Okay, Amanda, do the same thing you just did, only a little to the left.’ ‘Right, Daddy,’ she answered brightly, before laughing at the dichotomy. Following her father’s instructions, she left a similar trail of paint on the canvas going the other direction. Michelle watched it all with amusement, taking Amanda out to hose her off when it was over. ‘Do you want me to put my body on your painting, Mandy?’ she asked the little girl. ‘Yes, Shelley. You’ll have so much fun.’ They came back, and. We both thought the coach should go, even though it probably was the General Manager's fault the team sucked so bad.Chelle and Trish had gone to the kitchen. Jim poured some wine and took two glasses into the kitchen. "Food will be out soon." We clinked glasses. "Nice to meet other twins," he said. "Most people just don't understand what it's like." You got that right," I agreed.Trish and Chelle brought out some trays of food. We sat around the table playing cards, talking about school, but. I took the bread from her hand and her fingers lingered on mine as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to look deep into my brain as if she could read the lust that was burning inside. The view of her naked body spread out on her bed flashed through my mind as I watched her tit come into view between the folds of slick silky nylon.I could see her nipple and the pale areola begging my lips to taste her supple tit instead of the bread. Helen pulled her hand away from my trembling fingers and.