Cooper was paralysed below the neck and would never walk again, his brain damage also meant that he had trouble talking and with his short-term memory... He was married with children, but was soon divorced and ostracised by his former family. William Collins was no longer an identical twin even after extensive surgery. His left hand was never the same so he would have had to give up playing golf even if he hadn’t gone to gaol. His twin David Collins actually had least life threatening wounds and. I trembled there. If he did want me, he would be leaning down to kiss me, but he was just standing there. Staring at me. He must think I’m so weird. Why won’t he kiss me?I should kiss him.It would change everything.I licked my lips.“Daddy...” I said, the tightness squeezing about my chest. My toes wiggled in my shoes. “I ... I...”Just kiss him. Don’t be scared.What if he rejected me? What if he hated me?His head lowered. I trembled. He was going to kiss me. This was it. He was going to do it. I. My other hand unzipping my pants as I pull my cock out, throbbing hard in front of your face through the zipper. Holding your head back far enough not able to touch my cock, I look down at you and say “open that mouth up wide, stick your tongue out” As I start to tease your face with my cock, running it along your lips, smacking it against your tongue and rolling it over your cheeks. Making sure you don’t wrap your lips around my throbbing hard cock. Keeping up my torture as you feel a cool. In that second I could smell her smampoo and I had a faint after-taste of strawberry lip gloss on my lips. She then broke apart from the hug and ran to get her car keys. Her plaid skirt rustled as she ran toward her driveway. She came over about thirty-minutes later. I had been hurriedly straightening out my garage. When I heard her hooptie start next door I knew she was on her way. As she drove up, I motioned her in. She stepped out of her car with a pair of blue-jean "Daisy-dukes" on.