“Sorry. I’ll be out here.” With that, he backed away and closed the door.“Okay, then. Explain how he knew that.”“First off, he got me drun..., which if you recall, you got mad because I was supposed to stay sober so you could let loose during your Christmas party.” Lisa did remember that.“Second, that conversation started with us talking about how hot you were which led to him asking if I had ever fantasized about you with another guy. Being drunk, I said I did. Hell, what guy hasn’t thought that. There were two quite beautiful young ladies, obviously twins and maybe eighteen or nineteen years of age, who were escorted by two much older man."Lucky bastards, how did a couple of old farts like that get hooked up with those two darlings?" Malcolm commented. "They're old enough to be their fathers!"As the four crossed the car park, we tried not to make it obvious that we were watching them. The two girls were obviously twins, about five-five maybe five-six tall, with long blonde hair and. "It doesn't affect you, at least you don't think it does. It's just a normal intrusive thought, that's what everybody says. You believe them. You tone the voice out, in your darkest moments you lump it in as just another negative thought. Just another sign of depression. But it doesn't just speak in your low moments, it's always there in your highest points. When you graduate, when you're promoted, when you feel love for your partner."You could do so much better."It affects you, you know for a. She pulled me back and smiled."Sorry. Guess it's not what I expected," Miranda said."What did you expect?" I finally said. I couldn't stop staring down at her. Jesus she was so fucking cute. So goddamn young. So beautiful. And she was standing there naked as fuck, up against me.Miranda just stood there looking up at me. And she finally spoke."I've always wanted to kiss you," she said.I leaned down, pushed my lips against hers gently, and kissed her round little mouth. And it started.She opened.