Being identical twins means just that--we were physically identical in every single way. We even, unfortunately, gravitated towards the same style of ...air cut. The only way anyone could tell us apart for sure if we acted the same way on purpose was by looking at our shoulders. I had a deep scar running down from my left shoulder blade all the way to my collarbone--very faint in the light, due to our pale-skinned European blood, but still noticeable if you knew what you were looking for. It was. I want to be my ownperson. I want to be Ophelia Cassiopeia Love. If that means wearing nomake-up, then so be it. If it means wearing excessive make-up, then sobe it." And a torturously tight corset?" I asked, making my friend roll hereyes."This from the GIRL who's still wearing HER hip and backside pads,"Ophelia retorted, making me blush as I squirmed under the tight embraceof my underwear."Okay, touch?," I sighed. "Are these easy to wash, by the way? I- Ikinda want to wear it as much as I. We are home now. This is your new house. I hope you like it. It's small but I think you'll be comfortable here. It can be quite cozy."She looked around the room at the off-white walls and up to the ceiling with the low dark wooden beams. The bed was spread with a cream and peach colored satin spread. It felt so soft to her hands. She loved everything about the place. There was an old oil painting of pink roses surrounded with a dark wooden rustic frame. Little porcelain lamps sat on the tables.. We did not talk much and I noticed Ana was deep in her own thoughts. She kept squirming in her seat the whole drive down and kept pressing her thighs together. She tried to hide it from me but at one point she sat very still and closed her eyes and leaned her back against the head rest. Her body quivered slightly and then I knew she had got an orgasm, thinking about what was going to happen at the party. My slut wife could not wait for the black cock she was going to get. Jamal had made her so.