Cody jumped up to the bed, and tapped his older twin on the shoulder “Can I get some of that bro”? Cole grinned from ear to ear, and quickly yanke... his throbbing cock from Dustin's fuck hole. Spinning around, he planted his ass firmly into Dustin's mouth, and just said “eat” Cody now in charge of Dustins ankles, still holding his legs back behind his ears, followed suite from his twin and slammed his cocked into Dustin's well greased up hole. Cole began a low moan, Im sure from the fine deep. I’m about to take a shower in here.” “Fuck no, you’re not.” Without missing a beat, she stripped her shirt and spandex pants off, leaving her in just a pair of boyshorts and a sports bra. “That shower is mine.” Our eyes locked, neither of us wanted to back down. In addition to the joking relationship we had, we had also gotten into many fights because of our mutual tendency to never back down. I guess you can call it a competitive edge, but it was more extreme than that. Especially with each. This was no SCIF. It was just a tent surrounded by sandbags, and encircled by Hescos and T-walls, with a plywood door. But, depending upon how many people knew the code to the cypher lock, it was likely to be as private a place as we were going to find on a FOB. She turned on the lights revealing a small office space with some filing cabinets, two white boards, a small refrigerator, and four desks. Three of the desks were empty, the other had a computer, concealed by a dust cover, that looked. The pants hugged her curves and ass like they were painted on and her body made them look awesome. If you looked at her from behind she had the perfect little space between her crotch and legs that looked like it could fit a cock in when she stood with her back to you.. She wore a button up long sleeve cotton white shirt. It fit her figure really well. When Casey arrived at the house it was dark. A note on the door said to let herself in. Casey did so. The interior of the house had a few.