“It is so nice to meet you, Zoey-chan.”“I still can’t believe you moved down the street from us,” Zoey said, hugging the girl back. “And y...u’re even cuter than your picture. And so’s your twin.”“Well, we are identical twins,” Kimiko said. She glanced down at me. “Onee-chan, don’t be rude. Stand up and greet Zoey.”I swallowed but obeyed Kimiko. I was used to following her lead, my nature more submissive than hers despite us being twins. I stood up, my small breasts jiggling, more cum and pussy. I can't help being small. Both my parents were small but they'd died young of an infection they'd caught on a tour in Egypt. Worse, as far as I am concerned, is when on the few times I've been in a pub, they want identification and even question if my driving license is genuine, before serving me alcohol. Even in the supermarket, any new girl on the check-out questions my age if I buy alcohol, not that I do that very often. "I'm a woman in a teenage body; no height, no body and no tits," I. In the end I make quite a sorry bastard.So I collected all my courage to meet my twice-betrayed lover. I was scared. I needed so much for him to understand. Maybe not so much as to take me back, but enough to make him understand how sorry I am. For yes, I am sorry. Maybe for all the wrong reasons, but I do hate what I have done. To Eric, to myself and to the child inside me. Even to Mary, my one-time best friend.I needed to understand what happened and why. Why? Could I tell him why? Did I even. It's possible that he is attempting to disguise his reason for being here. Perhaps he's showing an interest in one of Mexicali's players." If you hear anything, will you let me know?" I asked him."First thing Tuesday evening," Manuel said, smiling. "And Freddie ... you pitched good!"All the way back to San Diego, Josie was beside herself with excitement. "My God, Freddie! You were just dominant out there! I had no idea! My God!" Well, that was my best outing -- ever," I told her. "It's not like.