It was in the mid 90's and he was dressed in dark long sleeve clothes.I pulled in for gas and watched him from across the street. He was sitting and r...cking on a milk crate. I felt sorry for him and also was turned on by him.I paid for my gas and got a handful of singles with an icee drink and a bag of chips and a sandwich. I pulled out but timed it so no one was gonna be behind me quickly. I rolled down the window and made eye contact. he said I thought you'd stop. I said really. he said yeah. Hethen picked up the spear he had made and went out in search of foodagain.After tidying away the breakfast dishes, I gathered my shower gel andshampoo and pausing, picked up the conditioner. I noticed they were allpassion fruit fragranced! ?Oh well?, I sighed, what will I attractsmelling like a passion fruit and giggled to myself!I wrapped my towel around me and walked back to the camp actually pleasedthat I smelt nice again. I really should look after my hygiene better Ithought to myself. Now. "Now, you two, I hope you're just being tentative because all this is new. You can do that a little bit while you learn for absolute certain that you are unconditionally accepted in our family. But you've got to be comfortable with yourselves. You don't have to be twins if you don't want. You can be different for a while, and then be twins again. You can go back to the med tubes as often as you need to. You can tone down your beauty if you want to. Hell, you can be my twin if you want. But you. Admittedly, lately it had been easier, and sinceto the ladies bizarre pleasure his bits tended to stay concealed withthe aid of his tight constricting panties sometimes for a day or so at atime he often now felt little or no discomfort.He barely understood this enthusiasm for "tucking." The women had saidsomething about "smooth lines" and "improved comportment." But thisseemed mostly nonsense to him, and he put "tucking" down as yet anotherbizarre torture, another of which he'd never breathe a.