"Julie, my wife, is probably by the pool in the back" he said, and helped me carry the suitcases into the house, via a side door in the garage. The ho...use felt cozy and tastful; elegant, but not flashy or vulgar. Pocket books in the book cases, nice landscape oil paintings on the walls and soft carpets. "Oh, hello, you must be Andreas" I heard a womans voice say, and when I turned around I saw, what must be the sexiest MILF in the history of the entire universe. "Damn" I thought to myself and. My tears had stopped. "Ok." I agreed, wiping the rest of the make-up from my eyes.What did I want? I knew I was playing a role in my heart. I wasn't gay. Andrea wasn't gay either. Tom wanted Charlie, but didn't want to be Tom. Andrea wanted James. I had to admit it. We had seduced each other; me with my body and James with his wit. When he had held me I had felt . . . Need. Andrea needed to be held, to be kissed. In any story I would have put the two of them together for a night of passionate. We had such a wonderful life ahead of us. But; it was not to be. Now I was being transported to the morgue. Once I was there the young male morgue attendant began to remove my clothes. Meanwhile; I was floating above my body. He pulled my scorched boots from my feet and then began to unzip and pull out off my jeans. At this point he had a strange look on his face and I felt and saw what it was. My penis was still fully erect and was a big bulge in my boxer shorts. The morgue attendant pulled. It wasn't at all about sex nor did I see anything about any twins. No hot blonde twins. No hot redhead twins. No hot latina twins. Nothing. Just baseball. You get me all hot and bothered about screwing a couple of hot twin girls and you give me nothing. NO FUCKING FAIR, ASSHOLE!!!!!Let me tell you about when I got to screw TWO sets of hot twins, one night at my frat house. Then maybe you can get some idea on how to write a story you shell headed freak!We were boozing it up as we usually do on.