She wanted to chat because her husband had left her and shed been feeling down, but didnt want everyone fussing, she thought i wouldnt be the type to ...uss, maybe i wouldnt even be bothered.now angela is in her early forties, and has had 2 c***dren,she had thick legs and a big ass that had a wobble to it when she walked. her tits were huge easlily an e cup maybe bigger, and she had a pretty face and long blond hair.as we chatted she touched my leg a few times, and i cant say i didnt want to fuck. She’s an excellent cook. Our mom made sure of that.”“How old is she, Sara?”“She’s seventeen, don Alejandro. She’s about to start her last year of high school.” Sara stopped and seemed to shake her head. “She’s smart enough for university, but she needs to get back on track. She’ll end up selling vegetables in the market if she doesn’t.”“Invite her for the weekend, Sara, so I can meet her. I’ll pay for her bus ticket.”I concealed my surprise when Roberta showed up the following Saturday. If the. I remember the first time I caught her kissing a boy a few years ago, I felt like I was watching myself kissing him and it kind of turned me on. Before we ended up in this situation I often lived vicariously through her, watching my identical twin as she did stuff I was too prude, scared, or obedient to do.As you can probably imagine, we looked identical but our personalities had always been completely different. I was always “the good twin” and she had always been a little wild. Still we were. Shortly after, I started building up a stash of girlie clothes, lingerie, stockings, shoes, make-up and would parade at home stuffing and training my sissy hole with some toys.Time goes by exchanging messages with trolls and cretins until I get one message. A closeted bi dude looking for a little discrete and occasional kinky fun. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall,.