Growing up was normal, or as normal as it can be for twins. We went to different colleges, both in Atlanta. After graduation, I married and stayed in ...tlanta. Angel married and moved to Los Angeles, that same city where Dad had stored up the sperm that had made us in the first place. As fate would have it, both of us are now divorced. In each case it was a blessing. We spoke often, saw each other occasionally. Angel told me that she dated pretty regularly, got laid often enough. That was not. " This debate could be ended if you will let me show you a part of the transformation without freaking out. You will want to call in your husband to shoot me if you aren't prepared to see some scary shit." You don't need a full moon, or candlelight, or a few beers, or anything special." Jamie was not taking me serious. She wasn't going to believe until I bit her."Promise that you will not go ape-shit and I will show you enough to convince you." Okay, I promise. Show me." I will not harm you. I. ’ Mhari nodded. Donal’ replenished the stock of firewood and checked on his traps. Two unlucky rabbits were skinned, cleaned and hung up on the wall bracket. Mhari sipped at her tea as he knelt beside her. ‘I’ll have to leave for awhile to get a few things for ye. Will ye be all right until I return?’ ‘I’ll be fine, Donal’. I’ll rest for a bit. Don’t be long.’ ‘I’ll be back before nightfall. And I’ll leave ye my knife.’ He laid the knife down beside her, threw another log on the fire and took a. She had her skirt pulled up and Sarah was eating her pussy. I could see her head between my wife’s thighs and my wife’s hands in her blond hair I could hear the strained muffled moans as she struggled to keep quiet. I could see the lust in my wife’s eyes. That sexy little blond was doing a number on her. Sarah’s hands where grabbing at my wife’s ass ass struggling to pull her tongue deeper in my wife’s pussy. It was a sight for sure and one that my dick was enjoying. I heard Sarah say “what.