He took my legs and pulled them up, resting them on his shoulders. He smiled at me and leaned down for a gentle kiss.This was it...this was the momen... that my life, and my marriage, would change forever. He teased my pussy with his head before he finally filled me with his hard dick. My back arched and I let out another moan, this time a little louder.Oh, fuck, oh, fuck. He began to fuck me, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate his huge cock. In and out, in and out. Each time, I made a. I’m not even sure our names our attached to the same body our parents intended. Not that it matters. I am me, she is she, we know the differences, and whether we are Tegan and Kirsten, or Kirsten and Tegan, it doesn’t matter. We are in our twenties now, both 5’4’’ 110 pounds, skinny with short dark hair and small elfin features. We aren’t completely identical of course, no one is I guess. Kirsten’s face is a bit narrower, her boobs a bit bigger. Everything else on our bodies is the same, and. Her smile became larger and she told me she had never been so happy, and that this moment was the best night in her life. She also told me she could not fall asleep and that although she wanted to stay the night with me, she couldn’t as she had so much packing still to do. I began running my hands across her naked body and I pulled off the covers to admire her soft breasts, her firm abdomen, and her warm skin. I slowly stroked her skin, kissed her stomach and even playfully tickled her as she. One day, she came to the college dressed up in salwar-kurta(Black and Red combination) and she looked very elegant in it. It was the festive day of Makar Sankrant. I couldn’t move my eyes away from her and I think she had noticed me.We members were having discussions and fun amongst each other. The local guys had brought homemade meals. Even Asmita had brought delicious lunch and all of us had amazing mealtime. I complimented her about her meal as well as her getup. She thanked me and blushed a.