I knew the minute I saw him I was in for it. And yes the self- talk started again, damn I, did he have to be so good looking and a body to die for!! ...We both go in for a short hug and sit back down. We start talking and I immediately feel comfortable with him. He decides that we need to sit at another table so he can sit next to me instead of across from me. So we move tables and he touches me and I can’t remember exactly where but then I feel it necessary to keep my hand on his leg (yes it. I remembered shouting and in that millisecond of time I remembered wondering why the British police were expected to face people like that with just a truncheon!"He's coming to," someone said and then the same person shouted for a doctor. The voice sounded a lot like my sister's but there's no way on earth that she would be in South London just as a coked up dick head decided to rob a bank.But it was her, my twin sister Christine. I tried to look at her but she swam out of focus. I felt like I. She raised her hand to her nose, smelled it curiously, shrugged, and then reached down with her other hand, found her sodden gash demanding release, and climaxed two minutes later harder than she ever had before.She sat there listening. No one seemed to have awakened, and she rolled away from him and looked around. She wiped the ejaculate from her left hand idly on the blanket and broke out a wet wipe as she noted that Giselle had curled up next to Donna in the back seat, leaving the seat by. Suitably armoured for combat, heattacked the dishes and bowls, hand washing and drying them, beforecleaning all the surfaces and tidying the kitchen in general. He wasabsorbed in the task, and it wasn't until he put away the final itemunder the sink that he noticed Dorothy was leaning her shoulder on thedoor frame and watching him with that same strange expression.He was again, a little flustered and embarrassed. "Just getting intocharacter," he said, rapidly taking off the apron.Dorothy could.