They either want me and my land, or just my land. Of course, that problem’s about to end.”Then, holding out her hand she added, “By the way, I�...m Bonnie MacLean.”Instead of shaking hands as she expected Kevin kissed the back of her hand in the manner of the French. Then, using the name he’d already picked out, he responded, “I am Bartholomew Pierre Simpson, but my friends call me Bart. My father is a Scot and my mother’s French.”Becoming more relaxed, she responded, “Both my parents families. Believe me I had to control myselfvery much for such act of hers…….. I slowly removed her t-shirt, she already removed her jacket as the room was hot, to my surprise, the poor breasts were with out protection there was no bra inside……… I immedieatly took her left nipple in between my lipsand my left hand was working on the right one, she was saying ” oh hhhhhhhhhhhhh rocky my dear, fuck me to ur full I want u, I waited fantasising about u all the timemmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, rocky please do. He had got up with the intention of working on the car, but by midday he had found himself in a buxom young girl's body. Had played with himself, been chatted up. And was now in bed with his new twin sister. I'll never have a day as strange as that again, he thought.But then, he had no idea what the next day would bring. Which was perhaps just as well.It was dawn by the time Dr Anne Chamberlain drove tiredly home. She had planned to have the cure to Jim's predicament ready by now, but things. In other words, we tried to be as invisible as possible. If we could avoid it, we never went to them with our problems, never asked questions, never asked for anything unless it was a school requirement. An outside observer probably would have thought we were someone else's kids, there was so little interaction between us and our parents. We just kind of co-existed in the same house.If we weren't in school or doing chores, we were together, either in her room or mine or out riding our horses.