Dressed in well worn college t-shirts, they wiggled out of the tiny shorts they had donned for their mother's benefit and went out on the screened por...h, their hairless pussies warm and wet, their young minds fixed on their target, their goal was seduction, playful growls deep in their throats.Billy was finishing, trimming around the gardens when he became aware of being watched. He had met the twins, of course, had known them for a couple of years, but since they were some years younger than. And it's a good show they chose this year..."They chatted on about groups, festivals and school happenings. It was nice, Charity reflected, to be able to talk to Donnie. He could be nice some of the time, and he seemed to be working at being extra polite to her.Dad had not been home, all day, she remembered and asked her brother, "Where's dad... ?" Who cares... !" he said, offhandedly; then, "Probably stoned somewhere!" I'm worried about him!" Don't!" he snapped. "It's not worth it!" He's still. By now it was 1.00am way past bedtime in the suburbs.So I got out of the car without bothering to getdressed and walked towards my garden gate. Just as Ireached it, I saw something moving in the undergrowth!My eyes strained to see what it was and then I realisedthat it was only a dog! I opened the gate as quietly asI could and closed it behind me, but the dog heard meand looked up, wagging his tail.“Hi, mutt!” I said in a half-whisper, “What are youafter some. “Is it safe?”Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Col suppressing a slight smile. Had I laid it on a bit too thick?Mrs Wiśniewski stood thinking for a moment, so I pulled the letter from my satchel and gave it to her. She read through it and then pulled up a chair and sat down.“First of all, Willi, congratulations on doing so well. You have been learning German for only a year and you win an essay competition.”“Well, I didn’t win it, as the letter says.”Mrs Wiśniewski waved my objection aside..