His dick twitched as he thought about how much fun it been bedding her. At work, she was straight-laced and by-the-book. That night, she was a complet... opposite version of herself - wild, lusty, and yearning. What he wouldn’t give to feel her warm, tight pussy on dick once more. He didn’t worry because he knew she would be wanting more soon. He resolved to wrap up work and possibly find some fun before heading home.Angie crept along the freeway to her apartment. She decided to give her older. They even walked in unison -- left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips. Dressed in identical thongs -- bottoms only, as this was a tops-optional beach on the Mediterranean -- just little wisps of shimmering, sky blue cloth. They presented such a perfect double image that some people who wore glasses, took them off and checked, to make sure nothing was out of alignment.Yet there was something... Was the one twin's thong just a little bit tighter? Outlining the lips of her. This place was larger than my apartment. Michelle walked to one side of the sitting room and opened a cabinet to display a TV. She then walked to an adjacent wall and opened two large doors on the wall to display a sink, refrigerator and bar with several bottles of liquor. I was thinking to myself, ‘I’ll stay.’ Michelle stood in front of me, put her hands on my arms, looked at me, and smiled at me as she took me into her arms and hugged me. She held the hug of a few seconds, released me,. And not just beer, although there was plenty of that. Nope. There was hard stuff too. And I noticed especially that there was a big trash can, but which looked brand new, filled with liquid that smelled only a little like alcohol, and a lot more like kool-aid, and there was lots of fruit floating on the top. There was a guy running the keg and when I got a cup, for another $3.00, I asked him what the trash can had in it."Spoty" or "Spody" he said, or something like that. At my quizzical look he.