He kissed her and she kissed back passionately. Their tongues fenced as he built up a steady rhythm. Pounding into her cunt with every stroke. Lou was...gasping and panting in tune with his movements. She could feel the thick head of his cock deep inside her. Filling her.Her hands were clasped around his back pulling him to her. It was so dirty being fucked like this with an audience. An audience who had stripped her and now stood around stroking cocks that would soon replace this one. A couple. She said she would wear nothing beneath and dared us all to go bareback as well. Her gown was of some burnished silken cloth that followed the curves of her shoulders, chest and hips before falling to the ground. The sleeves clung to her arms until they ended at the middle of her forearms.'There was a sketch, only three lines high, on the right side of the page. It might have been a doodle as he had composed the next paragraph. It was smudged and the script continued at its side.'As she walked. We sat around the table playing cards, talking about school, but mostly talking about growing up twins. They were surprised that we had shared a room until we left for college. Chelle gave me a look when I mentioned it. Oh well. They had never shared a room, which gave me the opportunity to say we had to because of space limitations. The point is, we hit it off. I was looking forward to having friends.When we got back to our place, Chelle was excited. "What?" I asked."Didn't you see?" What?" I. I had always used the ferry when going to Boston or Cambridge, saving two or more hours and a boatload of hassle every time.Mom gave us a ride back to the station at 3:40 for the 4:06 train back to Penn Station. I was pleased to see Mom and Jennie hug before we climbed the ladder onto the train. We waved to Mom as the train pulled out.“Did Mom say something to you while you were hugging?”“Yes, she gave me some advice.”“Oh?”“Yes, she told me you were nothing like your father. I already knew.