The twins hummed and hawed about whether to buy return tickets or not, and in the end decided that they probably ought to go back to their parents bef...re the start of the next term, and it wasn’t worth paying the extra bit on the off-chance that they’d want to go to Bristol in the next couple of months.(A British Rail return ticket normally cost something like 130% of the single one-way fare, so there was a substantial saving to be made over two single tickets if you knew that you were coming. They were just alike. They had a nice big overstuffed couch that looked to be just made for fuckin on and there were a couple of chairs around to match it. The were two straight backed upholstered arm chairs facin the front of the desk. The desk was about eight feet wide and four feet deep. There was a Dell computer that claimed it had a Pentium 4 in it, like that was something to be proud of. It was crammed on the credenza. I figured one of the girls would want it cause I knew that since I. Our kisses had progressed to more and more passion, but we were always so rushed that I couldn't move past that. Not that I was dissatisfied, you understand, for kissing Mom like that was beyond my wildest dreams.But I wanted more.I hoped she wanted more.When I got home I jumped out of the car, slammed the car door, and ran to the back door to find it already open and Mom waiting there. I stepped in, closed the door behind me, locked it, and took her in my arms for a deep, deep kiss.I kind of. It was some weeks into the singing lessons when Father Reilly's self restraint finally snapped."There's something wrong here," he commented, "You are not breathing at the right times in the song." I can't just keep on singing without breathing," she pointed out."Don't be pert with me, miss," Father Reilly admonished, "You will have to take off your top so that I can check your breathing," continued the priest, keeping his voice as matter-of-fact as he could.Heather looked very uncertain, but he.