I stepped down until I was between the last two girls. "Refugees second class, ma'am. Bradley, Betty, no middle initial, I don't know why. And Bradley... Josephine M. M for Marie, uses alias of Jo. Ten years old, fifth graders. Both claim to be oldest and fight constantly. Mother claims not to remember which came first. Prepared to finish any and all homework."The twins had what I call dirty blond hair, dark enough that he could be brunette, but light enough that it could be blond. One had a. Most of the women have paired off into couples, and sexually and romantically are attached to each other. My role in their sex lives is strictly biological. And again, this isn't as thrilling as it would seem, because its not like the girls have a chance to dress up in pink nighties and roll around on the floor tickling each other. Sometimes the sex is thrilling, though... a few of the women seem to actually like me, and to get excited about sex. Sometimes during the middle of "chore" sex, one. Naina’s was losing herself in Megha’s passionate kisses.This sensual act did not go unnoticed by the guys who immediately condoned the act by slowing their strokes down to a slow steady rhythm. Recognizing that something extremely special was taking place in front of them, they didn’t want to break the spell that had taken over their girls. Naina was now planting butterfly kisses all over Megha’s face and down her neck and was lightly running her fingertip up and down her body. Megha was now. He looked down at her wide-eyed. She urged Paul closer to the edge of the seat. She freed his cock from his underwear, bringing it into view.“I bet you get tips like this all the time from women riders,” she said, looking up at him and stroking his cock. She admired his lean body and handsome features and estimated this stud to be about twenty-five. She definitely would have fucked him if they had the time.“A few, but definitely not often enough,” Paul replied.“I thought a handsome guy like you.