As their eyes fixed on mine their hands slid upward over the taught flat tummies of each as their mouths formed ovals of feigned moans. I was enthral...ed to say the least as the act drew me into their web of seduction. I felt the mattress stir but couldn’t take my eyes off of the twins long enough to see what Jane was up to. Their hands moved slowly upward and cupped their breasts; firm, sultry orbs I wanted to become intimately familiar with when the time came. Another silent groan seemed. Running his hands over her bare chest he felt fragile ribs and the deep hollow of her flat stomach. He stroked the crease of her navel and caressed the soft fir of her golden triangle. Reaching under the bold thrust of her pubic bone he explored the warm moist world inside her.Gently spreading her legs he knelt between muscular thighs and stroked the pink lips of her pussy. With arms around her waist he guided slender hips to meet his firm throbbing erection. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. “Hey, come on Ploy, stop crying and please tell me what happened?She looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck. “Please forgive me, she was going to tell the police and my mum about Friday. She said she knew I was on Ecstacy and started beating me till I told her who gave it to me.”“Beat you... ! what do you mean? She can’t do that.”Ploy turned around and lifted her skirt, her legs and I assume her bum were covered in red weals. It looked like she’d been canned or whipped.“Did she do. Uncle Lars says that fjord cabin is ours whenever we want it." So don't tempt me, redhead," he laughs. "I never planned to live my life as a jet-setting dilettante."Giggle. "Silly Stoney, jet-setters bypass Norway. We'd need to go to Switzerland or the Mediterranean." Switzerland doesn't have an ocean, and the Mediterranean doesn't have fjords and this lovely weather. And if I do a couple more trips around the fjord, Jan says he'll sit on the dock and let us go out without him." Oh, noooo," I.