”“Yeah,” I said as the door to the twins’ room opened. They slipped into it, both chatting.This weird guilt spilled through me as I watched th... twins stripping naked. We were spying on them at their most intimate. Allie squirmed against me, her butt-cheeks rubbing into my hard-cock. My sister gasped as the twins’ large boobs came into view.“Oh, they’re just so busty,” she said. “They have to be enjoying each other’s tits.”“Allie,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Maybe this isn’t right.”“Come on,”. Lydia had a bra, but no socks.“Socks are counted as two items?” Snowy asked again. I nodded. Just to make the decision a bit easier for her. So, she had 6 items of clothing on her; I had five, Lydia four. No complaints there.I dealt a hand. First up, I had two pairs, and Snowy had three of a kind. Lydia ended up with nothing, so she stripped out of her t-shirt and was left in a nice sports bra. She had a perfectly flat tummy, which always made me horny.I lost the next hand with a pair of tens,. Fucked up, huh? Turning every man's dream into my nightmare. Giving me the ability to have any woman, but not letting me control it.Shit happens.The hard-science-fiction types and dungeonmasters are at this point probably salivating for the technical details of my, um, affliction. So I'll open it up for a little Q&A.When does Dick take control, and how? Is it the same every time?Dick's strength is sexual arousal. Mine is mental focus. It's a tug-of-war -- sometimes it's a slow slide, like when. Melanie’s tits were always perky and firm. Maybe it was the way she wore her clothes. She didn’t hide behind baggy shirts, but nor were her tops too tight. They were fitted in a way that highlighted her assets but left just enough to the imagination to still be enticing. She was the object of much of my ‘special time’ from when I was twelve until . . . well, until we met again in that airport, almost eighteen years after prom. Neither of us dated much. Me because I was too shy around girls, and.