All I can muster in a groaning tone is, “I want you now. On top of me…”You say, “Say my name when you tell me how you want me.”I am almost d...lirious from the heat in the room, the water, the steam, your body, our passion… I tell you, “Zoe, I want you to fuck me.”You reach over and grip my shaft very hard and say, “Not good enough… You know what I want to hear…”I can’t take another minute of not being inside of you, and you have slowly been tightening your grip on my cock, driving even further. After school each day we were confronted by Jimmy the b**st....he would shove us, call us names and when girls walk by would yank our pants down showing the girls are well endowed underwear...we didn't mind that part but Wolf and I were gay! This day Wolf had reached his boiling point with The b**st...he stripped off his shirt, dropped his books and karate kicked The b**st in the nuts making him drop to his knees. We each grabbed an arm and dragged him to a secluded area of the parking. Suddenly, I realized that, for the first time in my life, I would need to buy a present for a girl who was not a blood relative I had known for years. The scary thing was that I had no idea what to get for Claire, and only one week to try to find something suitable. Naturally, I went to my twin brother first, ‘the ever-flowing fountain of advice’ as I tended to call him. ‘What do you get for a girl for Valentine’s Day when she already seems to have everything?’ I asked him that night as we. She kept repeating this process, knowing she wasn’t allowed to stop until he told her too. After a couple of minutes he gave her permission to continue sucking him off. As she worked his cock he asked “What are you?” Rebecca paused for a moment to quickly say “I’m your bitch.”. He smiled down at the back of her head and asked “And what does my bitch like to do?” Rebecca had also been taught how to answer this question. She dipped her head down and deep throated him, holding for a few seconds..