Yann glared at him. "Oh, you little bitch!"Ivan laughed and said something in Russian, to which Yann replied in French."Hey! Argue in English or take ...t outside. Better yet, Yann, go shopping. Heels, but not too high; I don't need you tripping over everything."Yann gave me a rather smug expression. "Just as high as I can walk in. Fine. What color's the dress?" Black." Good." He left and a moment later I heard him asking the twins if they wanted to go shopping."So I guess the color tonight is. Peaceful and quiet, she let the cool fall breeze clear all thoughts of her lonely, unhappy life. As she rounded the curve of a trail she was on, she noticed a man sitting on the bench up ahead. He had on a brown cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. He was watching her as she approached."Hello, cowboy.”"Hi, good looking”Blushing, she asked, "How are you today?”He replied, "Great, now that I have some company. Have a seat.” He patted the empty space right next to. Female me and I emerged from the bedroom, both of us wondering how I was going to manage leaving since I couldn't keep both bodies under control if we separated. Female me stepped into the pool of Warren's cooling cum that had dripped off of the bedroom door and while she was wiping her feet he called me over."Dude, I'm sorry," he said, "But she's too fucking hot. You gotta let me fuck her or I'm telling." What the fuck?" I blurted."I'm sorry!" he apologized again. "That's the deal."I looked at. My hands are tight fists fighting against the restraints, my body shudders & my thighs dance to a rhythm all of their own. Letting my head fall back onto the pillow I raise my torso off the bed, pushing my breasts against you, the desire to touch you is beginning to hurt & the force of that frustration is so erotic. For the first time I ‘m aware of my own sounds. The noises coming from my throat are breathy & unrecognizable as words but their meaning is so clear. Soft moans & cries of desire,.