People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselve... to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them. Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an. He rests comfortably with her juices and scent lingering across his softness. Their words whisper softly around kisses tender, reminders of this first time he has entered her and she has taken him inside. This subtle shift from being two who have been friends, who have shared a moment of erotic pleasure, to two who have felt the depths of each other, who have joined not just the length and depth of each other but the breadth that surrounds them makes them linger. Time to go. Not just yet. But. Quickly you get around the next corner, only to find a dead end. You face the wall as tightly as you can, hoping whoever it is misses you and passes by. Breathing as softly as you can in your worried state you wait for whoever it to pass by. You wait in silence. Your heart beating almost through your chest.You feel my breath on your neck before you realise I haven't gone past. I lean gently onto you from behind, imprisoning you against the wall, preventing you from getting away. Without a word. "I do not know what to make of it either Captain." the Duke said. "However, that wreckage is the remains of Ariarisha's transport and the fact that the signal is in Dizyntilin means that there may have been survivors. Tell your troops to exercise restraint."Michael had walked out to the ship after it had landed. He knew that they would be watching. He stopped about 20 meters from the ship, unclasped his holster belt, held it up, dropped it to the ground and stepped back three paces. Just then,.