I spent many nights working on my new voice and chatting onFB with my twin while I had two huge bags of ice taped to each knee, Iwas in pain, but the ...imp and love of Alieve became hauntingly familiar.The next big hurdle to pass was the weight difference. I was a trim 180lbs, and she was 240 or 250 with a pleasant round face. After somesearching on the Internet, I had a 3500 calorie a day diet to add weightslowly. I also switched from a power lifting workout to more of cardioonly workout. The. .. for... a bit..." hetries to fight the urge. He runs his hands across the shoulders of myshirt. Tweaks at my puffed out pigtails."Ah-Ah-Alexa!" he moans, unsure whether he's trying to get my attentionto stop or beckon me forward. Lust has overcome his senses, his eyesbegin to roll back on their inevitable journey towards oblivion. TheFrench refer to it as "La petite mort" - literally translated to "alittle death', that moment of a brief loss or weakening of consciousnessat the point of. “You should have heard the comments when Dan and Karen returned and took Wendy with them. ‘Why is she going with them?’ ‘They’re taking another woman to bed with them on their wedding day?’ ‘Isn’t he the lucky one?’” Vicky mentioned.Wendy blushed, hearing the comments about her. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are becoming more and more a part of our lives and I can’t picture you not in it,” Dan reassured her.The girls giggled as Vicky kicked the men out of the bedroom, and they put on. As I sat up I was at eye level with her shaven pussy. Like Carol she had a neat slit. I was so tempted to kiss it. Not once since meeting Carol had I even thought about another woman, let alone been tempted.We easily made space for her and she spread out her towel. In my erotic fantasy I had hoped to have ended up in the middle, sandwiched between these beauties. Bizarre though it was, because all three of us were naked we enjoyed a conversation. Anna assumed that we were married and had been.