"What a way to start the day." Mike said.After Mike had left for work looking very frazzled around the edges, Mary and Jenny had a good laugh over the...incident."The moral of the story is to wear underpants when rooting in the fridge." Said Jenny."Nope." said Mary. "The moral of the story is 'never offer a guy a morning snack unless you intend to deliver'." You're awful." laughed Jenny. "Ain't I though?" quipped Mary.Jenny helped Mary unpack the rest of her stuff, and then they took the little. Coming in my panties was getting to be a regular thing!Sally Anne finally got off me and turned smiling and sat on my lap and kissed me and in a little girl voice said, "I won't be naughty again so you have to smack me."I knew that this was a theme we would have to experiment with further!Chapter 9 - The Cabaret-----------------------It was getting on and Sally Anne stripped off and went to the bathroom for a bath. I poured us drinks and then took off my skirt and jumper and wearing my lingerie. Turning finally, and facing my b r o t h e r , and grabbing him around the neck, I exclaim, “US ?? You mean---WE'RE THE TWINS ??? WE ARE THE FUCKIN TWINS” ??Everyone in the room now started sobbing. To make it short—it seemed that my brain, in my dreams, had invented the twins as other people. In fact—it was me and Dustin. In science, it's called 'projection'. The brain makes you see yourself as others, so you can see the 'whole picture'. My deep love for my real b r o t h e r, was visualized. Shefelt her firm, thick tits sliding across the comforterand found herself pushing back into the dog even harderthan she had, overcome with the desire to mate. She became aware of Gengis’s belly rubbing over herback, felt the power of his body and basked in thefeeling the dog’s hot cock produced inside of her.“That’s it baby!” she cried out urging the family peton.When his knot began to press against her clitoris,expanding her ravaged opening wider with each.