I mean that this is real. That were real. That its not just&hellip, Now I put a finger on her lips. Listen. My feelings for you are real. Every time ... see you, I get butterflies in my stomach. Id do anything just to spend time with you. You think I actually need help with my writing? No, I just want to be close to you. I want you. I want you next to me. I want you in my life. I want you. But right now, I really want your body. I whispered that last sentence into her ear. She sighed with. It was salty and felt very bad initially.I was in high time in bed and shouting on uncle you motherfucker, fuck your daughter hole, fuck it and pressing his penis harder, shouting like ahhaaaa, ummmaaaa fuuccckkk fucckkk; he gave a bite on nipple because of which I left his penis, he came on my face and showed his about 8 inch dick and might be around 4 inch thick one not sure in my mouth and started fucking my mouth, he was pushing full dick in my mouth and I vomited my saliva but he did not. It was very odd, because they were dressed exactly the same. Their clothes, their hair, their shoes, everything was identical.I was uncomfortable about something so I thought I would bring it out right then."Donnie, Dee Dee, can I ask you both something?"Both of them looked up and nodded their heads in unison. This was getting weird."First, do you mind if I refer to you as girls? I never call a woman a girl at the office. I know it's a sexist form of address. But when we get personal, I just. I slowly turned the truck around and headed back to the gravel lane to check.A couple of minutes later, I pulled out from under the forest canopy and into what I imagined used to be the farmhouse’s grass-filled front yard. It was pretty large and must’ve been quite the job to mow back in the day. Now it was choked full of weeds, many almost as tall as I was and only the circular gravel drive, the double-wide lane that angled off towards the rundown old barn, and the space for two cars to park.