But the resemblance was spooky."We can sit over here, Mom," a female voice said from the other entrance.Curious, Jonathan turned around and looked to ...ee who had spoken so casually (and in his opinion, so overly loud in this hallowed hall). A very pretty brunette was sitting down and smiling at her blond companion – obviously her mother, from what she'd just said.Their eyes met and time stopped.'Jonathan?' he heard his mother's voice echo in his head. Then tears were rushing down the blond. He was trying to control himself but found it practically impossible to do so at this point. His breathing begun to increase in pace and his mind flowed with images of the two gorgeous sisters in all their beauty; he pictured them standing on either side of the bed completely naked and smiling at him.He could no longer control the images that flooded his imagination. Memories of Monica on her hands and knees waiting for him, switching that image by putting Jaclyn in Monica’s place, imagining. .S: I was thinking about the same. So what was the outcome? Because I know what my mind came up with.P: I will tell you after you tell me. Pls hurry up as we are approaching the school and I can’t go without knowing what you came up with.S: i think this is not love… but something else..P: I thought the same too. See you in the evening and I cant walk with you as I will have my classmates going to the juice shop.S: ok…bye then..That evening…we were just walking towards a street which I thought. She relaxed into the fingers working so softly and the mouth biting down hard on her tits. Pushing into him, She felt herself tender from her masturbation at work. The tenderness in her tits was gone now. He pawed, smashing her full on the tits, pushing them into her chest. She felt that touch in her cunt. With each push, she felt nectar wetting, wanting something to be tight on. She marveled at the determination and work he put in to her clit. Even for her, it took time. He knew what he was.