Soon though, he let go and said, "Oh, Susan, that was wonderful. It feels so good when you do it. Is there anything I can do for you? To make you get ...ff or feel good?" What would you like to do, Robbie? Any ideas?" Well, I've never done it but I could, um, give you oral sex down, um, you know." Tell me where you'd kiss me, Robbie." It would be on your, um, pussy." And you'd like to kiss me on my pussy? Go ahead and say it." I'd love to kiss you on your pussy." Well, I'd have to take the rest. A few months later I woke up in my bed. RyRy was sitting on the side of my bed. I could feel my pajamas waistline was wrong and looked down and saw my dick was out. I quickly pulled my pants up, and exclaimed "Ry, what are you doing?" She just said "Sorry," and got up. I knew something was wrong. Being a twin, your kind of like a lie detector for the other. It's hard to explain, but you can feel when the other is troubled. I got up and walked over to her and gave her a hug. She didn't hug me. The night she told me she'd dumped her slacker boyfriend I know I wore a shit-eating grin the entire shift; I tried to be supportive and sympathetic and all that crap that girls think they need, but she saw through it easily and didn't seem to care; her sense of humour carried her through."Fuck him," Jackie laughed, popping the cap off another bottle of beer. It was her fifth one of the night, a few more than she usually had after work, but she held her liquor better than any other woman I. He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags. "Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower." Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep." Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off.