’ I pulled away from him but kept my hands on his shoulders. ‘But daddy, I’m glad they did.’ He looked at me. ‘What?’ I looked over at Haw... who smiled with tenderness at me. Then I looked back at my father. ‘No, I’m not happy about all of it. But if you hadn’t divorced mom, then I never would have gotten into the drugs and alcohol and I never would have gone to LA and met Hawk.’ I moved back to the man I loved and sat back next to him cupping his face in my hands, ‘Who I love more then anything. " I whined."You don't have to. Just put on your jacket and go. You look enough like your sister to make anyone think you are her. Now go, scoot." She put some money in a little purse and gave it to me. I had never gone out side at any time that I wore Jill's clothes. I knew boys are not supposed to wear girl's clothes but I also knew my mother was right, I did look exactly like Jill; after all, we were twins. I put on one of her jackets, took the purse and walked out the door. It was a block. We walked back to our rooms together chatting casually. She headed down one wing and I the other but for the rest of the evening i couldn’t get the image of her exquisite physique out of my mind. I wondered (hoped!) that she would have the gumption to go topless before the week was over. The evening involved another wonderful dinner. Pepin brought me filet mignon, a tiny but rich mushroom casserole, asparagus, and a lovely Cabernet. I again had a flash of Karen but this time not in the throes. He gently soothes her "It's nearly over my love, shhhhhhh now. There's a good girl". She flinches as his hand rubs firmly over the welts on her arse. She feels the cold moisture as he roughly kicks apart her legs, his fingers applying the lube as his hands part her arse cheeks. Without ceremony he forces the whole of his cock, balls deep into her tight arse in one hard stroke, eliciting a yelp and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. He grins, grabbing her hips and pounding into her harder. Now.