“She loves seeing her favourite student get fucked at both ends. Now show her you can learn independently. Show her you’re more than a fuck-toy. G...et sucking properly.”She did, for all that she was having the hell banged out of her from behind. She swallowed down as much of Gavin’s cock she could manage, sucking and stroking with her tongue, showing her beloved and perverted teacher that she could take a proactive role in the ménage, that she was more than a doll to be fucked. Gavin was pleased. But we are living proof that it happened. Another thing that had them puzzled is that besides the typical sex difference, we were identical to each other. When we started talking both Shane and I sounded identical and both Stephanie and Stacy sounded identical. We would drive our parents crazy because they couldn't tell us apart. After we were born, my mother had her tubes tied because she thought that four kids were enough.All four of us had the same brown hair and eyes like our parents. My. These also bringlong lost memories of being young and not able to control my bodyfunctions.The transformation continues in the light from the Christmas tree.First comes the blouse. She coos as she buttons the purple buttons onthe blouse. She puts the pretty dress on me, zipping it up in the backand then pulls up the petticoat under my skirt. I've always thought I have nice shapely legs and they look wonderful in the black Mary Janeshoes and ruffled sissy socks. She doesn't let me look in the. He moved slightly as she tried to unbutton the tight Dockers. She let the pants fall to the floor and gasped in excitement. ‘You do love me,’ she said gleefully as she ran a hand over his engorged muscle. He moaned as her soft skin touched his taught penis. She leaned over and gently kissed the sensitive head. He twitched back a step, her mouth hot, wet, and expertly placed on the one spot on his body that was both ticklish and an erogenous zone. ‘What’s the matter, dear?’ She asked in her.