" Oh dear! That doesn't seem a real reason to get married and commit to each other for the rest of your life. Are they happy together?" Oh, they're fo...d enough of each other, but I reckon they wouldn't know what passion was if it came and slapped them across the chops with a wet fish. I've overheard Dad say that he has no idea how the twins were conceived, but I wasn't supposed to be listening to that conversation! But they're good friends, and I've never heard a cross word spoken between them,. It all started in the year 2013 when I left my job and started preparing for the civil services examination in New Delhi’s Karol Bagh area. I was living in a single room on the first floor of a house owned by a Punjabi businessman. My landlord’s family consisted of 4 people, the landlord, his wife, and his 16-year-old son, and the heroine of this story, his 23-year-old daughter named Simran (obviously name changed).I am calling her ‘Simran’ in this story but she was a carbon copy. “Got your phone on?” I asked her. “I’ve got a new one, actually. The boss sprang for a Galaxy 3,” Jenny responded happily. “I wish I worked for Bruce,” I responded with a snort, “I’m still running this old Blackberry. Anyhow, text me once you know what’s up. If you’re still in town tonight, then I suggest we order in some room service and enjoy that Jacuzzi.” I nodded towards the huge tub that sat between the bathroom and bedroom of the suite. “You’re on. Have a nice day,” Jenny answered. . .. Takeit pussy... Take it up your fucking little cunt hole!... ughg...ughgh... you little SLUT!... Goooood... ughg... ughhg! My face was mashed against the mirror in back of the sink, hishand on the back of my neck forcing me flat across the sink as hefucked into me with fast brutal strokes. My toes barely touched thefloor and each time he fucked deep against me, my hips groundagainst the edge of the counter and my toes left the floor. His hands ran up and down my sides and fastened.