..Returning her thoughts to the moment, she examined her feelings for Brent. That she was in love with him was something she had known ever since the ...irst time she saw him standing in red shorts and a white tee shirt. The muscles of his arms, legs, chest, and abdomen rippling beneath the golden yellow of the late afternoon sun as gentle breezes ruffled his blond hair so that it moved like wheat being caressed by the wind. She had immediately become lost within the sight of him as a liquid. Then why not share a hot guy.Arathi: Done. Besides, he will be a lucky chap. Every guy wants to bang a pair of identical twins. With all the perfection he has, he really deserves to be a lucky guy*Naughty giggles*After this conversation, we started fingering each other. We were so turned on after talking to each other about him. We even inserted a carrot in our vagina. After few minutes of our masturbation, we found a microphone attached to our bag. We knew that he listened to what we spoke and. Her arms were tied together, behind the back of the chair. More rope crisscrossed around her waist and shoulders, anchoring her to it securely. Her legs, however, received special attention. Rather than being tied together, or to the legs of the chair, straps were hooked under her knees, then drawn up to the back of the chair, effectively leaving her groin wide open. She dressed, as like many young American women, as a tease, favoring some kind of schoolgirl outfit. She wore a white. You are all tied in knots. What have you been doing?” “It's more what I haven't been doing that's the problem.” Heather leaned close to Dylan's neck, breathing in the alluring scent. Inadvertently she touched her cheek against him. Dylan turned his head. Their lips almost touched. His eyes flitted from Heather's lips to her eyes, and back to her lips again. “I...we...could you just look at this spreadsheet?” Dylan needed to regain his composure. As Dylan brought the monitor back to life Heather.