She felt a little down. She couldnt believe that after all that sex she was still a virgin, but she was. The twins sat on opposite ends of the sofa, l...gs drawn up and held together. Johnny wore only a tea shirt and long loose shorts, while Jan wore white skin-tight tea shirt and tiny shorts. Neither wore underwear. Tired as she was, sitting so near her hunky twin brother was gradually turning Jan on again. She lifted one knee and widely spread her legs, causing Johnny to glance her way. He. Instead, she began to pluck at each swollen bud, arousing them all the more as she teased the soft fabric of her top back and forth. She was whimpering all the more now, her tongue flicking lightly around her lips, wetting them as she pictured Andy watching, growing aroused by what she was doing. She opened her eyes briefly to see him stood there, a broad smile written across his face. She closed them again as she quickly became lost in her own, pleasurable ministrations. Seconds later she felt. Releasing her but taking his time, he sighed. “Damn it, Amy. I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that.”“Apologies Mr. Wyatt. I was trying to have some fun with you.”“When I feel threatened, I attack first and see what I’m dealing with later. Unless you find it fun to get pinned against the wall with a hand around your little neck, you should stop. OK?”Massaging her neck, she nodded, a smile on her face. Did she think this was funny? He couldn’t get a read on this young woman. That she was. I knew that she had plenty of perfume and body wash and shampoo and anything else scent-related. I knew that she had enough music and films on CD and DVD and even on Blu-Ray to open up her own store if she chose to sell it all. She collected dolls, but she already had so many that one more would not likely mean anything to her. Her favorite color was pink, the stereotypical girly color, but she had so much in pink already – clothes, accessories, even her car’s exterior and interior – that.