Walk her to the door, she unlocks and I take her in and sit her down in her chair. I notice it is a lift chair. I get her back down and walk out to he...r car pop the trunk and take her groceries int the kitchen. I can tell she is single, maybe a widower or a divorcee. I decide she isn't flirting during this time so my sexual thoughts just leave. I don't think she is doing intentional. I get her two liters unloaded and she is telling me where to put her stuff away. I walk back to the living room. It's like they took all the languages in the multiverse and put them through a filter to eliminate all the ridiculous baggage languages take on during their evolution, then took the most descriptive terms from each and combined them into a single tongue. Naturally, each world added back colloquialisms of their own but at least they started with a common base that had very clear and logical rules of construction and spelling. I had to begin with a whole new alphabet of thirty-four characters and. "Fine" and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less popular twin. The rest of the day slowly churned by but was pretty uneventful. That is until right at the end. Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said "hey Bree in a few hours you'll need to find a. I could feel her inner vagina expand and her outer vagina contracting around my cock as she got closer to cumming. Her wetness was pouring from her, drenching our pelvic areas, filling the room with the smell of sex. I was fucking her hard, rapidly, forcefully driving my cock into her over and over. Her body tensed and she yelled as she began to orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh, I’m cumminnnnggg! I’m Cooommmingggg! Yeennnnngggghhhh! Unnnngggghhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahh! Yessss! I’m.