”… He was screwed. He slowly walked to the interview room and stepped inside. The panel were watching him, they looked intimidating. He started to...worry that he had forgotten why he was even here, and ran over everything in his head; I will be the best for this job, I can do it, I am candidate with such a high level of training. “Good morning Mr John, how are you today?” The interviewer asked. He couldn’t even answer that. Twenty minutes passed with him stumbling through interview questions. Thank you so much.”With his cock still inside me, he looked deep into my eyes. “Irene, you're the sexiest woman I have ever known." Looking over his shoulder at Oscar, Johan said, "You are a very lucky man. This is a beautiful woman. Thank you for sharing her with me." I could see that Oscar had ejaculated all over his belly, although I was not sure precisely when he came. Still coupled together with Johan, I squeezed his erect penis with my vagina. I felt it pulse and thicken in response, so. From the bed to the closet, the consultant investigated, writing down her notes and asking us the age of the furniture, how do we like to sleep, where the k**s sleep and else.After she reviewed the place, Marion took us back to the living room, where we patiently waited for her veredict.“So, is there anything wrong with us, Marion?”“Hmmm… wrong, I cannot say. But I sense there is a lack of eroticism coming from you two…”“Lack of eroticism?”“There is nothing wrong in my view about the way you. " I guess we were just made for each other."And from then on we were inseparable. Sometimes we were two boys,sometimes two girls, sometimes one of each. Sometimes we played balllike boys do. Sometimes we caught fish and frogs. Sometimes we playedwith dolls and sewed like girls do. Sometimes we dug in the garden.Sometimes we went to the movies and held hands like boys and girls do.We both loved to dance. My mother asked if we'd ever kissed. Greta said she was thinking of it.Maybe some time we'd.