" Next week we'll be twins again," Harmony chirpped. "Johnny gave me permission to wear the cadet uniform when your naked time is finished." Johnny?" ... asked."Commandant Johnny Mackie," Miss Krystal clarified. "He's named after his ancestor."I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. My head was spinning, my penis throbbed, I was short of breath..."Breathe, Scott," Miss Krystal grabbed my shoulders and spun me to look at her. "Breathe. You're holding your breath." Oh," I gasped. "Yeah." What?". "I'm saving the best for last. It's called leaving room for dessert."And then I began kissing my way back down to her cunt. Like an old painting. The Moth, Returning to the Flame. Like a sad old bastard hoping to be not left out.Because good things come in threes, I was out on my porch the following Wednesday. Even though it was nippy, a chilly drizzle coming down all day--and it was pretty miserable--I stayed out there the whole damn afternoon. I only gave up when her roomies started coming. I felt really turned on and couldn’t help but wriggle.Then he got onto the bed between my legs. Shortly after that, the hard thing in my cunt started to vibrate gently. Next, I heard him doing something, but wasn’t sure what, but the thing hanging out of my ass was being moved slightly. Then, all at once, he shoved the fake cock all the way into my ass, and my asshole and insides felt like they’d caught fire. I bucked and strained at my bonds, and started thrashing around.I found I was trying. I mostly remained a mute spectator and participated only when heavy things like the wooden bed were to be shifted. In an hour or so, Roly had moved into my room with all her belongings. My study table and cupboard were shifted near to my bed on one corner, and her bed was placed at the opposite corner by the wall. It was an old arrangement. When Roly and I shared this room, it was arranged in almost same fashion. The entire room now divided into two zones, one corner belonged to Roly and other.