However, this night also has a couple of youngsters on the run. A pair of 18 year old female twins, one had long, mid-back length, curly wine red hair...and emerald green eyes while the other had short, shoulder length, curly auburn hair and pale green eyes, both having lightly tan skin were running through some of the slummy alleyways. They had a reason to run for tonight, their French step-father Pierre Heaton’s most trusted minion and mistress, Noel LeBlanc found them while they both were. I made myself a PB&J sandwich and munched on that for a while. I glanced at the clock, noting the time; 3:25. It was time for my last jackoff of the day. I went to my room and pulled it out. I looked up some jailbait pictures and some anal videos for what I was planning that night. I got horny fast, and jacked off furiously. It only took 10 minutes to blow my load. It was satisfying, but I realized nothing beat the feel of getting off in a girl’s mouth. It was now time to wait. My next stop was. She left it until 10.00 before she decided to have that chat with Lynn, dialing the number from the card on her new private mobile, her business number, after all, anything on this mobile was going to end up with someone doing the business on her, well that’s what she hoped anyway.The conversation went well, eventually Lyn agreed not to mark her...well not too much anyway, a compromise they could both live with, then Lynn said something that got her attention.“Your sore aren’t you, sore but. You are the sweetest man." I'm not sure that sweet is what I should be going for here," Don laughed."Au contraire', sweet will get you very far with this little girl...very far, indeed," I teased. Changing the subject slightly, I asked,"so which one of you was more the instigator of this lifestyle, you or her.”Don laughed, “Oh, definitely me. She was so afraid that if she did any of these things that it would change how I felt about her, that I’d get mad or jealous. I remember her asking.