“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of...a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working his stove with the efficiency of a line chef at a fancy restaurant. While her bacon was frying, she was preparing scrambled eggs in one hand and popping bread into Mike’s toaster with the other. Mike took a few seconds to acknowledge how good this woman. I think people are genetically programmed to hate and fear anyone who’s different from them. That’s why people from rival tribes, nations and continents have been warring for thousands of years. That’s why the Jews and the Muslims hate each other. Not because of religious differences. That’s why white people hate all non-whites. I don’t care what they say. They hate anyone who isn’t exactly like them. If you don’t have blond hair, blue eyes and alabaster skin, you’re not cool in the eyes of. ..‌‌She felt that between her her naked pussy lips and hers wetness touched head of my dick, i felt the little vibration comming from back she turned around and looked at me witb lust full eyes and said "is that what i think it is...are really getting a hard on because of me....am i turning you on....am i turning on my twin brother...." And i just nodded with yes.....and the she started to rub her pussy on the whole length of my dick i started to feel the ball in my stomach she turned towards. As I sit here in my lonely dorm,Wishing I had you to keep me warm,Wishing you could hold me tight,Help me make it through the night,Surrounded by others, yet all alone,Can't wait to hear you on the phone.That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked for hours, the time passing so quickly it was surreal. We shared our thoughts on how lonely we each seemed, even though we were surrounded by people all the time. We talked about how others seemed to remind us of each other,.