It's scaryhow one will start a sentence and the other finish it." Well, at least they're both good ball players. I don't think one isbetter than the o...her. I wouldn't be surprised if they were asked to beon the all-star team." I don't know about that, we'll see."As luck would have it, Dad pitched the game and Grady got two hits. Me,I got three; payback, Grady. Oh, and we won the game.The team gathered around the coaches after the game for the usualcomments on how good we played, and the real. My sister and I, from the moment we first tasted sex with each other, knew we would have a difficult time if we ever had to separate.Yet, within a few weeks of our starting college at Yale, Glen told me that she had met someone.The boy reminded her of Freddie Mercury, handsome, full of zest and yet showing bi tendencies!I smiled and encouraged her, but when I was alone the very next time, I cried until my eyes hurt!Don't get me wrong. I love my sister and I really root for her. I cried simply. Standing in the living room Jack could hear some giggles and moaning coming from the master bedroom and knew exactly where his sexy woman was. Walking into the room Jack found Amy sitting up against the headboard of the bed with her legs spread apart. She was in a cute baby doll piece of lingerie, power blue shear material with lace designs on the cups of the breast. Jack looked down and found Amy playing with her clit and fingering her little hole. "Hi baby! Sorry I started without you. You. While his lips suckled Helen’s turgid nipples, Joe’s hand stole over her body, across her softly rounded belly, under the waistband of her panties. ‘Please, Joe!!!’ Helen whimpered, her hips rocking, signaling how urgently she wanted his touches to continue. In answer to her plea his hand slid under the sheer fabric covering her middle and through pubic hair already wet with lubricating fluids. Helen’s body arched upward and a susurrus of joy escaped from her lips. Joe’s thick fingers began.