I went inside and masturbated. Just as I was shooting cum on the floor, my doorbell rang. I tucked my semi-hard cock into my pants and went to the doo.... It was the neighbor twins Claire and Cindy. “Hi, I’m Cindy and this is Claire. It’s hard to tell us apart so we answer to either name,” Cindy laughed. I was a little taken aback at their forwardness . “Nice to meet you.” I replied pleasantly. “Our mom wonders if we can borrow your lawnmower?” They asked in unison. “I guess so,” I said walking. She said, "We have something in common all ready, because that's what I like about them too."Her impulsive response had an immediate impact on Bucky. He held out his hand and said, "Sweety, if you're going to join this family, then we have to have us a little private talk."Sharon cast me a curious look. I tried to signal with my expression, "No! Don't go!" She offered him her hand then followed dutifully right into his bedroom. Bucky slammed the door shut, collapsing my world. Mark, Bucky's. Aakhir maine puch hi liya,” oh mami, aap kuch pareshaan ho, batao na, kya baat hai ?” ispar woh boli kuch bhi to nahi. Main bola,” kuch baat to jaroor hai, main aap ko achhi tarah se janta hoo, mujhse kuch chipa rahi hai aap.dekho mami, mujhe ab aap apna personal friend samjho aur saari baat batao plz” meri is baat par woh kuch der tak mere taraf dekhti hi rah gayi.fir boli,” shashank, yeh bohot personal mamla hai aur tum isme meri koi madat nahi kar sakte.” “Aisa mat kahiye mami, main jaroor. I saw corridors made of blue stone, corridors lined with pink silk. I walked beneath grape arbors and through steamy gardens. I found the austere beauty of the rocky wasteland where a single flower grew out of the crack between blood-red stones. Every few steps, things changed.“Las-damn Saniyya,” I cursed as I took a step. The corridor I walked down became a flowery garden. Birds chirped in the sky.Every few steps, everything changed, rippled. The place was ephemeral. Smoke. Nothing was real. I.