Why? Because I had the luck of the devils this night, been to some underground clubs enjoying the vibrant underground scene, I was not much of a dance..., but Swedish girls loved to dance, and especially in those clubs with a throbbing base and colorful lights, making their blond hair and white teeth glow in the dark sweaty clubs. But why did this make me lucky? Han on, I will come to that.I splashed my face with cold water to bring me back from the slightly drunken haze, trying to focus, dried. ‘Get out of the tub,’ he said and she, having no idea what she’d done wrong, did so. Unexpectedly he grabbed her elbow and pushed her down. ‘Kneel.’ She knelt. ‘Open your mouth slut!’ ‘Ah… finally!’ She was relieved, she wasn’t too dirty to fuck after all. She was still a whore, she knew it and felt like it but perhaps there was redemption ahead. As if an echo of her former self she thought of how familiar it was to be what a man wanted but also now how different it was to want a man. His. It contained three pairs, depicting Mr Happy, Mr Greedy and Mr Tickle.To be fair as underpants went, they were pretty cool. I managed half a smile.“Ron, we got you this.” Mum held up the t-shirt as he strolled into the kitchen.“Thanks,” He nodded, appreciatively. “Glad someone’s happy” Mum noted, glancing sternly at me. “We’re popping over to Aunty Barbara’s for a couple of hours after lunch…she’d love to see you all.” She announced. “Can’t, sorry, I’m seeing Vicky this afternoon.” Ron replied.. "I'll need you guys to help me." Whatever you ask, I'll do it." Me too." Thanks guys."The twins looked at each other from across her bare chest."We can finally leave sis." I'm scared though." It's okay. I'm scared too."They leaned over and kissed. As she watched, the twins' kiss of reassurance and hope turned to passion and lust. She almost expected them to fuck each other right there on her bed, so she was pleasantly surprised when they turned their affections on her instead. Each twin slipped.