They were as beautiful as my sister. Though I knew them for more than 10 years, I never looked them in a wrong way. But from the time they turned 15, ...hey changed a lot and became my main subject for masturbation. Fortunately for me, they would never feel shy in front of me as I knew them since when I was a kid. They wouldn’t cover their cleavage in front of me or for that matter they never cared that a 18 year old boy was with them in the house. But that doesn’t mean that they would do. I told her that my cum would be leaking out of Immy and to clean it up too. To my supprise and Immy too, she bent down and started licking our cum up and swallowing it. She then went to the bathroom and I could hear spitting some of it out that was still in her mouth and washing the rest down with waterWe all laid on the bed with me in the middle, both girls kissing me and taking turns to storke my cock.Immy jumped up with a fright as she had seen the clock and was supposed to be home 30. After, for relaxing, I grabbed an adorable pink peignoir set that my mom had just bought me, but I hadn't yet had a chance to wear.I had everything packed, then decided I really did have to be prepared if I was going to go on a drunken stroll around town. So, I left the overnight bag on my bed, and then made my way down to the bathroom to borrow some of mom's makeup. Halfway down the hall, though, her bedroom door opened and two of the tallest black men I had ever seen in my life walked out.I'm. This became a pattern for his existence, a routine that he embraced, the very repetitiveness of his days allowing him to focus on that routine, a hollow method of forgetting…of sublimating his unhappiness. Friends called, but conversations with them were brief. The calls soon tapered off… a relief, not having to make excuse after excuse, refusing invitations. Irene called, Woody called. He spoke with them on the phone, but again, made excuses, pleaded with them, told them he needed time alone..