"Yes," Heather replied a little hesitantly, wondering what Connie was getting at. "Why?" Well, all I can say is," the older woman began, "the next tim... he offers to use that coin to settle an argument between the two of you, I'd make sure that he winds up with tails." I don't understand," a confused Heather said."Because, my dear friend, as much as we both love him, my brother can be a real prick at times," Connie said. "That coin wasn't my grandfather's, it's not made of gold and it doesn't. A sadistic gleam burned in his eyes. It will fit, wont it Naomi. He said. He had waited a long time for this moment now it was happening.Yes. Was all the weeping woman could say. Her husband had taken her there many times over the years.Good, everyone is in agreement then. The woman laughed. And how about everyone else, do you all want to see a good old fashioned butt fucking.There was a few whistles from the small assemblage of people sitting still further back. Mostly though they only. I feign what sense of dignity remains by sitting back forward. Like nothing had happened. He just smirks at me. ‘Silvanus.’ ‘Marzipan.’ I smirk. He removes his bowler and runs his fingers back through his hair, resting his cane against the table as he sits opposite me. It’s a lovely cane – mahogany in length, with a silver horse-head for the handle, I fear I may have been gazing at it for too long. His eyebrows are raised. ‘There will have to come a day when you can think of something. Before we went downstairs, the two of us went into the bathroom, taking it in turn to pee. It was strangely erotic watching her pee and her watching me, subconsciously parting my legs more to give her a better view. We were both very similar to look at; with dark long hair (mine had a few more curls), blue eyes, very slim with B cup boobs and both shaved, standing around 5’6. We skipped excitedly downstairs, waking up and becoming more alert with each passing second, eventually reaching the.