IMPORTANT.’ Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept ...n contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and I called. Sandra said she. We walked into the house, well she walked I sort of hopped behind her. Flopping on the sofa I asked her if she wouldn’t mind making us both a coffee while we got to know each other, she soon found everything that she needed and returned to join me in the living room. We chatted for about ten minutes or so, then she stood and asked if I was ready for that shower. I rolled my eye’s and said yes please…her laugh bounced around the room, as she stood and took off her coat. She helped me up and I. He now looked huge as I rubbed it with my hand. As we smooched more and more our lips were getting closer too but we couldn’t kiss there. Just then Marco lead from the back of danceflloor to an area around the back. His knowledge was great in working there. He lead me by the hand to the outside area which was all dark apart from the moonlight which in fact was quite bright. He leaned me against the brick wall and started to kiss me. I was so turned on by this fit Spanish waiter forcing his. ..”“To cum like the slut-sister she is?” my twin purred, her fingers rubbing harder and harder on my clit.“Yes!” My pussy clenched.She jammed her fingers deep into my cunt, pushing the butt plug hard into my rectum. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. The silky plunge of her fingers into my juicy snatch had me shivering. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut, the pleasure rippling through my body.My holes squeezed down on the sex toy and her fingers. The.