As I brushed the loose hairs away from my face, I suddenly stood there in shock. I looked like one of them. I looked like Tiffany. I looked like Britt...ny. Then Brittany really freaked me out by standing naked on my other side. We looked like triplets. But how could this be? I was freaking out. "What the fuck!!" said Mark. "Seriously, what the fuck. You all look like sisters. You look exactly the same," he said, bewildered. Yes, there were differences. Our faces were slightly different. My. Keeping the rhythm of my finger going, sensing her pleasure building, this is what it’s all about. She turns her head, we kiss again, tongues searching. She comes. Tensing belly, bucking hips, scream suppressed by the tightness of our mouths together, she comes. Hard. Sensing how long to keep her going, easing the pressure on her clit, letting her back down gently from her ecstasy.We stay with tongues and mouths together, letting the water wash over us for a minute or two. “Yes?” I ask. I asked what day she'd prefer, she replied both, that if I was wanting to see her I'd have to pick her up as her other half needed their car. She told me she was going shopping for some clothes and would meet me at Ocean Terminal at 1pm in the car park. I arrived just before and sent C a text to say I'd arrived. She told me to drive up to the top section - there were fewer cars up there and I parked and sat there looking around but there was no one else sat in their cars. A car then came up the. And yet. Now I do think about it. There were signs. Carole Wolfenstein, who’d gone to school with Jenny, would talk about her and a woman called Linda. What such close friends they were. How relaxed in each others company Jenny and Michelle had been for two people who had only meet once before, and that had been eighteen months ago. But to do that to Paul. And now he’d know. What must he think? Would he leave her? I knew he’d be unhappy. Jenny always said that he was far too sensitive. I must.