They come in the day before. The place had six bedrooms, as well as some pullout sofa beds, so everyone had an assigned bed space although that wasn�...t necessarily where we planned to sleep.Much to my surprise, Jerry was at the house to welcome us. He was ‘hale fellow well met’ with everyone, but I also watched as he checked out each of the women he hadn’t met as suitable sex partners and video actresses. Unless I misread him, I think he liked all that he saw.Megan was still flipping around. .. I certainly didn't know at the time. The only thing I did know, the moment I saw her, I knew I was going to marry her. No matter what.Oddly enough, she was the artist. I was merely modeling, in the nude mind you, for a few extra bucks on the side. I was myself a struggling writer, not an artist. I never had been very shy, a fairly decent body all things considered, though I was certainly no body builder either. But then the arts instructor hadn't been looking for that either when she. It was only a twin so there was barely room for both of us. She moved me onto my back and positioned between my legs. She licked all around the tip and head of my strengthening dick, massaging my balls as she did. She moved my legs up so she could rim my ass, then rub her tongue over my balls and up my cock. When she reached the top she moved me into her steamy mouth. It was heavenly, but I lifted her up so we could have a long deep kiss, a prelude to coupling. She very, very slowly lowered. Her front lawn needed some attention. I just stared. I looked at her face and it was like… no that’s stupid. I had been on Lush a few hours earlier and she was vaguely familiar. Obviously just my mind playing tricks. Wishful thinking or something. She waved her hand in front of my face. “Yes?” She said, pleasantly. “Oh I…I’m from next door.” “Oh OK. Pleased to meet you!” Her face suddenly went funny. It was liked she had seen a ghost. All the blood ran from her cheeks. I thought she was going.