There may be someone who “tries or tired” to get at one of the girls or the husband but, spoilers, it will fail in the main plot. Still, I imagine...there will be some enjoyment in seeing them avoid it. The sisters themselves are not 100% identical, a bit of a height difference, results in a little body type difference, but otherwise their features are much the same. They do however act very differently to things and generally try to physically separate themselves from looking alike. I could have. I would drive to amandas house and knock. once she opened the door i would walk inside and get onto my knees and kiss each of her feet, while i would ask her how her day was and how all day i looked forward to seeing her.Then on my hands and knees i would follow her into the loungeroon. she would sit on the couch and i would sit at her feet and lick her feet all around her heels, telling her how great her feet taste, then remove one heel and suck and lick her toes and foot until she pulled her. But then, my mind drifted back to them. I just couldn’t believe how excited I was. Well, a mix of anger and excitement. I left my drink, paid the bill and left. I just raced home, dumped the car and ran inside. God, I’d never been so aroused in ages……………..I just lay there, on the bed after I’d ………well, you know…………God, why am I telling you this.” I looked away from him, staring into the distance.“It’s OK.” He assured me, as he reached across the table and patted my arm. Trying to lighten the. Something changed in Richard, and he suddenly grabbed my wrists where they held the reins, holding me aloft as his incredible chest, abdominal and arm muscles flexed, tight and strong, effortlessly lifting me and rearing back on the desk to re-position himself. Where I was white-hot noise, he was in that moment the menace of a hurricane’s eye. He spoke calmly. “ No one calls my mother a whore. No one.” He calmly explained as he spun me up, twisting me up in my own jump-rope, making it.