The air in the small cramped barrack with cots spaced a mere foot apart took on a heavy odor of semen that, in itself, the boys were told was ninety-e...ght percent protein. They were told that in a survival situation, semen and urine could sustain their lives, so they should get used to the taste! Jerking off became a routine event during the morning showers. Their lessons had been well learned.The abasement of women was soon planted in their minds. Women were beautiful and sexy, but their value. There was no dominant partner, no pressures, no-one insisting that they must do this and get that, just continual, immeasurable pleasure. No pressure to perform, although they made me cum three or four times (the last time, he felt as though he came, but there wasn't a lot to show for it) that didn't seem to matter. The main aim was to see each other enjoying everything being done, not only for the recipient but to the one not even involved. We giggled, laughed, choked, came, sucked,. My trousers werelowered to my ankles as she slowly knelt in front ofme. My cock was straining to be freed from my boxersher fingers danced across the front of me crotchmaking me twitch and jump. Looking up at me she lickedher lips and the light glinted off them. Herfingernails traced up to the waistband of my boxersand stopped. “Remember what you wanted me to do, one of yourfantasies?” she purred. I nodded, she was going tomake up a story of her with a lover. Or was she goingto be. Ordinarily they might have gone out on a Saturday night, but after the party at Gabe's and then the hour-long drive home, neither was inclined to go visit with any of their small-town friends.They each crawled into their beds. April turned the television on while Bailey changed and brushed her teeth in the bathroom."So what were you and your boyfriend talking about all night?"Bailey blushed. Neither of the girls could hide any secrets from the other. In addition to being twins, they had been.