Fuck yeah she was ready for it.I gave her a quick head nod as I kicked at the clothes on the floor around my ankles. This was all the signal she neede... to pounce. Now I don't know if it's because we'd both been drinking, or because we were so fuck sprung and ready for each other... Probably a combination of both but I hit the corner of the bed and lost my balance. Falling backward with her wrapped tightly around me legs and arms everywhere and shit I landed with my back on the floor at the side. “So, how do I need to act while I’m there?”“What do you mean?” Liz said, sitting opposite me.“I’m sure there is some etiquette I’ll need to follow if someone famous wants to talk to you or dance with you or whatever,” I said. “Are we posing for pictures? Are you signing autographs? How do we treat drunken assholes? Am I supposed to avoid eye contact with my betters? Fill me in now so I don’t have to guess.”“It’s pretty much a case-by-case basis as far as autographs,” Dom said. “Most of the. “I'm sorry you had to clean up my mess” she said. “I've been bad.”Veronica looked down at her wide eyed, but then her face changed and she got that naughty, crooked smile of hers, and she said “You want to be punished, don't you?” and Emma nodded slowly.“Turn around” Veronica said and Emma did as she was told, and stood on all fours again, facing me this time. Veronica lifted her right foot and put it on Emma's pussy, rubbing it with her toes, and Emma reacted with a long “Mhhhmmm...”“You. She had this one voice she used to get what she wanted out of Dad. It bothered me like usual. His slippers moved down the hallway as Zoë rushed over to my bed and hopped onto it.Zoë and I are twins and we look it. Same medium brown hair, same complexion, same shape to our faces, though her jaw is a bit more smooth curved like a girls and mine isn’t. I hoped. She was about 5’4’’ and slender. I was about 5’11’’ and also slender. She looked girly; I looked weak. She was wearing her sleepwear, a.