Behnchod sale tera kitma mota hai…Mannu ka to iss ke samne kuchh bhi nahin tha….Uhhhhhh….dheere se chod…main koi bazari randi nahin hoon, made...chod tere ghar ki cheez hoon..pyar se chod bhai!”Main bhi dheere dheere apni behan ki chut mein lund ghusane laga. Chut mein ek aag jaisi garmi thee. Maine apne haath Tanu ke chutad ke neechey rakhe huye thay,” Didi, ho to tum ghar ki cheez, par mera mota lund tujhe achha nahin laga kia? Agar achha nahin laga to nikal loon kia?” Tanu mere saath aur bhi. “He’s arranged it all.”The next morning, the usher at the gate stopped me on my way to class. “A young master Collier Jones left you a message,” he said, handing over one of the elegant little college notes, folded in half. The message said simply. “Be over for lessons at 1 p.m. Saturday. Will bring a surprise.” It was 1:10 when Roddy finally arrived. It was a crisp November day, sunny and crisp. I had been up early to work on a paper and walk into town for a newspaper and some chips. . Dressed in well worn college t-shirts, they wiggled out of the tiny shorts they had donned for their mother's benefit and went out on the screened porch, their hairless pussies warm and wet, their young minds fixed on their target, their goal was seduction, playful growls deep in their throats.Billy was finishing, trimming around the gardens when he became aware of being watched. He had met the twins, of course, had known them for a couple of years, but since they were some years younger than. Elena: Ace is the highest, 2 is the lowest. Got it?Amy: Yep, perfectly!Elena: Aafi?Me: Got it!Elena: Okay Amy, pick a card. And make the dare if you have to choose it for the other player!Amy: Ten of the clubs.Elena: Good! Now my turn. King of hearts. Your turn, Aafi.Me: Three of Diamonds. Shit!Elena: Okay, we have to choose a dare for you!Me: Go easy on me.Amy: Okay Daddy. For the next thirty seconds, you have to do a handstand without falling!Me: That sounds easy!I did a handstand. The girls.