The gun had belonged to Barry Singleton, the original investigating officer. Singleton's clothes had been found in the basement. Beauliaeu must have t...rown his body into the acid tank. When Beauliaeu went for the gun the backup officers had shot him three times, he didn't survive.With a sigh of relief Singleton realized that no other officers had died. Instead, they thought he was dead. But how to tell them he wasn't dead? If he began insisting he was Barry Singleton they would lock him up. Since that erotically awakening day, hers was the body that provided the mental stimulation for ninety five percent of my almost nightly and sometimes daily wanking of my solid and still growing five inch long five inch girth dick. She had handled the situation quite gracefully and made us promise that neither of us would tell about this to anyone else, which pleased me immensely, because I knew that I would get one hell of a tongue lashing from my mom and maybe a box to the ears if she knew. ... Part 1 My name is Benjamin, preferably Ben. I am a sixteen year old nerd. I know nowadays, being a nerd is hot, but I wasn't that type of nerd. I played World of Warcraft religiously, and have never been to a dance since the sixth grade. I wore glasses and was on the soccer team as a back defender. I was average in height and had brown eyes. My hair was kinda curly and really hard to manage. Most people turn to my twin Alex. He was a taller more defined version of me. And he was good at. He went harder and deeper. I was close to cumming before he even started I needed him so badly. As he started to fuck me hard like we both love it, I felt the orgasm building deep inside me. I moaned and contracted my pussy around his cock as I felt the wave of a huge orgasm crash inside of me and make my whole body spasm in pleasure. He was fucking me so hard and so deep and making it feel so good that I couldn't hardly breath. As he kissed me again, I motioned his head down my body. I moved.