If this were fictional porn, maybe I could make Margaret into some sort of kinkster who blew me in the bathroom at Barnes & Noble, but that's not what... happened.Accompanying Margaret that day was her twin sister, Anne. Not identical. Unlike her sister, Anne had not been in our honors classes. She hadn't helped edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried. I whispered to her ”I love you” and she hugged me tightly and started kissing me all over, I started feeling her all over and then we kissed on the lips it was like a electric shock, we got intense and started smooching each other with our tongues twisted in each-other we were completely lost in each other and while I was still enjoying the pleasure of feeling her she tricked me and pushed meAnd ran out of the bed, I got hold of her saree and there she was standing in front of me with her hands. She was half dead watching those entire scenes and asked me to close. I did not do anything and moved the video a bit forward where the real game started. She began to enjoy the scene. I slowly closed the door and began to sit beside her. As I had not changed the dress and was still in towel my tent began to grow and was visible. She looked at it and started to smile. I got a single and gave her a wink.She slowly started getting close to me and I kept my hand around her back touching her boobs. I was not in the library with her. Silence. The blonde tries to run for the door but is forced back into the room by Isabelle grabbing her hair. Sit and explain. You stupid bitch! the blonde begins but is silenced as James pushes her towards the bed. No. Explain. She sits sullenly, speaking nary a word. Isabelle speaks instead. I was in the library when I heard voices approach. I hid under a table thinking you would be angry to find me there. A man and a woman entered and fucked on the table.