My cock was rubbing against her belly. She started to struggle, but she wasn’t making much noise because she didn’t want to get caught. I wanted...her hands on my cock so I turned her around and pushed her against the wall. I forced her to hold my cock with her tied up hands. At first she kept letting go. At this point I had a fist full of her hair so I smacked her head against the wall and told her to cut it out. She left her hands wrapped around my cock. I humped against her hands while. I don’t have any more family; my mum told me a few years earlier that when she met my father and married him her family have nothing to do with her now, so it’s just us and Grandpa and Uncle PeteMy mum had baked me my favourite chocolate cake and after I blow the candles out my mum cuts it and so I give a slice to each of them. My grandpa always insists on me sitting on his lap – but I am getting too big for that now, and as I tell him this I can see straight away that I have angered my. Zakan filled the tray, then looked up. “You gonna help?”Sprik levered himself up, taking in a creamy smile on Nayla’s face. “Yeah, I guess.” He squeezed a fat, brown nipple. “Damn, you’re good!” She was pretty when she smiled, too — oh, not beautiful, but she had sweet features... “Let me up.”“Okay.” Nayla unwrapped her legs. “Later?”“Again?” Sprik was surprised. Big Ass — well, he didn’t have a name for her — had taken to cock pretty quickly... “We’ll see — I’m worn out, for now.” He stood. One was wearing basic cotton panties. The other, when I looked up her dress . . . . Nothing. I turned her hand over to look for the "L" I had written at breakfast. Not there. This must be Alice. But then I saw that the other hand was bare too, so it had been washed off. Now I was back where I started, no idea which twin was which. We drove to a steak house because it seemed to set the right "nice" tone and used Dad''s card to buy us all a nice meal. The table had been set if I was.