While her hollowed cheeks showed that she was sucking steadily on the business end, her hand moved at the same tempo along the exposed remaining shaft... When I looked through the viewfinder I saw Nils moisten his lips. Monique set about returning the oral favours she had received with matching enthusiasm. For much of the time she continued sucking and wanking, but occasionally she would remove the cock completely to admire what they had achieved together. Nils now was showing a jutting rigidity. I was sitting in the kitchen as school had finished early, when I heard mum return from work and she went straight up the stairs, a couple of minutes later she came back down and in to the kitchen just in her bra and knickers“Shit I forgot you would be back from school. I will never forget that moment; she was wearing red lacy underwear and standing in front of me“Turn the oven on will you Mark and I be back for down in a few minutes to make tea”She left and went upstairs, dirty thoughts of. Endless moments of silence passed. “You’re a dick.” Miracle said simply, staring at me. I chuckled slightly. “I know.” She shook her head, and averted her eyes back to the television. I sighed, barely audibly, feeling a small twinge of guilt and slid next to her. “I really wouldn’t have left you out there, alone. I may be an asshole. And I may have done… and will do… a lot of other things. But, I would not do that. Sorry…” I said, looking at her. She looked back at me, again. “It’s okay,” she. Seeing each other looking so alike causes a strange stir in them both. Now, in just underwear, they stare at their images in the mirror. Abbie in an alluring bra and panties she just purchased, and Grace in lace panties and shelve bra of Abbie’s. Seeing two almost identical images three times in the mirror brings a strange yearning over each of them.For months, they have cared about each other. They have been drawn to each other in a friendship. This strange connection of looking so alike.