She started adding some hot juices of her own. When she came, I was still rubbing my dick between her legs.Putting a hand back to stop me, she said, �...�Give me a minute to fishing feeling better than awesome.”When I was given the green light to move again, the first time my dick pushed against her clit, she told me to stop again. It was too sensitive.She lifted her leg again, and I felt her hand on my dick. After the third time she had me push up slowly, I finally got lined up to get in her. Even if the twins are my daughters they hate me. IF they are my daughters I have nowhere for them to stay with me.Damned if I know what to do if their not, I mean I've got fourteen years worth of emotional investment here. Lisa says they are not mine, and God help me, if she's wrong. God help me if she's right. Ok, God help me period.(Hey, God, are you listening here?)The cab pulled to a stop in front of my apartment as my cell phone began to ring. I looked at my phone and saw Beth's name. I. I cradled my pounding head in my hands, toying with the idea of going back to sleep. The bathroom was littered (I saw when I gathered up the courage to open my eyes) with further strange clues from last night. A pair of blue panties lay balled up in the corner, next to the skirt Natalie had had on, and a can of my Pure Silk shaving cream stood by the sink next to my Gillette Venus razor. The counter was an absolute mess and the mirror was streaked with finger- and hand-prints. Had I left this. By the time the weekend arrived, it was all I could think about, which led to a series of incredibly questionable decisions. Such as lading up on water. And wearing a skirt to go hiking in, and sneaking a pair of handcuffs into my day pack.It was a nice day. Not quite summer, but close enough to leave all of us damp with perspiration. Although Lucy and Jake were blissfully unaware of it, you could have cut the sexual tension hovering around me with a knife. Eventually, I was going to break. I.