I did try to shrug off these thoughts & kept telling myself that she was my relative, but in vain. Suddenly Shweta caught my hand in her palm & moved ...er fingers between mine. I felt the softness of her hand & responded by holding her hand tight. We were walking quietly. But within myself I was overjoyed. I did not care anymore whether she was a relative of mine. Well, her husband did not appreciate her beauty & was out doing god knows what. And if she finds solace in my company then why should. Being an identical twin has been both a curse and a blessing and I'm not going to go into all of them. I'm just going to tell you about one of its greatest blessings. No one, and I do mean no one, could tell us apart. Well, that's not absolutely true, Mom could of course, and even Dad to some extent, but no one else ever had a clue. And we put that fact to good use when we grew up and started dating. Put quite simply, we traded off and fucked each other's girlfriends and not one of them ever. When fifteen both Burt and I were very shy around females, but Burt,s Father had served in the US Army in West Germany and brought back a dozen or so real hardcore pornographic magazines with him. Though the text was either in German or Swedish the photographs depicted naked humans with fully erect penises, wet pussies having sex with each other which included the first pictures I,d ever seen of homosexuals both Male and female in the act of sex in all its glory. Unlike the silly soft core. And the way my cock disappeared into her thick dark bush. She started to ride me hard. "I will get you to cum for me" Marge said as she worked her hips around my dick. Her little tits giggled with her movements. I held back as long as I could and then blew a massive load deep inside Marge. That first time to cum inside a woman, I thought I would never stop pumping cum in her. Marge came too moaning loudly as her pussy clamped tight around my pulsing cock. She collapsed on top of me with my cock.