I talked her into coming back to my place where we got comfortable , we was talking flirting back and forth when she touched my knee and slid her hand...up my thigh I knew she wanted to be fucked. we both leaned in for a kiss our tongues flicking against each others as my hand massaged her breast through her blouse making sure to play with her now erect nipples that were pushing against the fabric of her blouse she had her hand on the bulge in my pants massaging it running her fingers up and down. I believed he would the Prince charming I would marry. I didn’t find him the first time in your father. But life gives second chances and this time I found him.” She told me.“Great mom! I am happy for you! So who is this Prince Charming of yours and where did you find him?” I asked her.This was the moment that made my life. She came towards me, put her hands on my strong shoulders and kissed me on my mouth “He is YOU! yes my son! You are my Prince Charming! I never knew that he had to come in. Some identical twins are not so identical, but Jenn and Jacqui were carbon copies of each other. Both had the same long, brunette hair, same style. Their eyes were the same, although Jenn's were a bit friendlier, at least to me. Both the same height... around 5'4"... and weight, which I won't put a number to, under penalty of death. They were the same size, pretty much everywhere, and shared not only their looks, but also the huge walk-in closet that separated their rooms. Clothing was a. Yelling in surprise Ifell forward and wound up draped over the footboard. My feet had come up off the floor. By pointing my toes I couldjust barely graze the floor with the toes of my sandals butnot enough to give myself any support. Sylvia tied rope tomy wrists (which were still bound as were my elbows) andfed the other end around the top of one tall bedpost at thehead of the bed. By tugging on this rope she was able to pullmy arms away from my back, keeping my hands suspendedand pointed.