Her boobs aren’t the largest but they would fill out a solid b-cup and there is plenty to get ahold of.The younger twin, Mia, is kind of a spoiled b...at. She is only 18 years old but she looks like she could be a super model, albeit a rather short one. She has that sexy but subtle hourglass figure and a flat belly. She only really possesses maybe a small b-cup or a large a-cup, but they are still large enough to be tantalizing under a sports bra or tight t-shirt.My parents are fairly normal. It was nothing more, she told herself firmly, than an anthropological excursion involving a bit of dress-up. And yet every suggested piece of couture seemed to shock her more than the one before.“I could never wear that!” her refrain went, yet most every time she knew she wanted to. Wanted the nerve to carry off something that outrageous in public. And she never shied from trying it on―no silky, lacy, clingy excuse for an outfit remained unmodeled. Pandora stood beside her at the full-length. On one level, that time was good for them. It kept them busy, focused and gave them something to do other than let the empty place in their hearts occupy them. But all too soon the visitors were gone, the tasks completed and they were alone once more. After the funeral, the heartbroken parents fell into each other’s arms and cried themselves to sleep. That night they both had the same dream. They were together at the funeral home, standing over their son’s casket. After a while they realised. With the alcohol still in my system and my head still muddled in confusion, I finally fell asleep, but it was an uneasy sleep, fitful and sporadic at best. I was atop my bed, restless and in a sweat, whether from my anxiety at what I had done or from the late July heat wave, I don't know.I suppose that she knocked which is probably what woke me from my troubled sleep. Hearing a noise, I slowly turned my head and gradually focused my eyes. Seeing that image, it was as if I might still be.