Or they think he was. He was fourteen. He was my twin.’‘God,’ I said.‘One minute you’re here and then: snap.’ ‘That must have been awful...’Anna sighed. ‘Some good things came from it. Seize the moment, you know.’She’d taken my hand and was drawing her thumbnail back and forth over my palm. ‘You know what I don’t like? People telling me to treasure memories of him. They’ve no idea how horrible it is. To be responsible for memories crumbling.’‘You need to stop and share them with someone.’She. And when he's aroused, it goes deeper, more velvety, more hypnotic. I swear that when he said that, I broke out in a cold sweat. My toes were literally curling in my high-heeled pumps. I stared at my desk for at least 5 minutes after hanging up, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything except hear that unbelievably erotic voice in my head. Today, that voice was oozing heat, desire, hunger; in other words, sex.My body was on full alert after that call, but I couldn't get away from. Sure she had had sex in college, and given the occasional blowjob, but somehowher partners never fulfilled her. At 5 ft 6 inches, 120 lbs with great legs andfirm high breasts she was a winner, and had had lots of opportunities, butnothing seemed to click. She had learned how to give herself pleasure and shethought that was enough for now. But Pam hada dark secret she had shared with no-one. She was an exhibitionist, and all hersexual fantasies were some variation of her exposing herself to men.. I knew he didn't mean she had her period; he meant she was ovulating. Her eggs were ripe and eager for sperm, even if she wasn't."Mmmm..." Mom sighed so softly I could barely hear it, and her head turned slightly. She even smiled, just a little, the corners of her mouth turning upward a fraction of an inch.That made me stop, frozen with not only her nipple, but as much of her luscious boob in my mouth as possible. I'd covered her areole completely, kinda biting her like I would an apple, except.