She let her hand slip down and part her smooth lips exposing the entrance she wanted filled. She slipped three fingers inside her fingering herself ju...st like she always did but this time she had an audience. Her twin was watching and repeating every move she made. It was so sensual. She snapped several pictures, one with her shiny wet fingers in her mouth, another with her breast out and her fingers pinching her nipple and a final picture of her round bubble butt that he had begged for. Just. Over the last year believe that I found whatever it was I was looking for. This is how it all began. January 1st, 2005 Dylan Montgomery sat, yet again, in bumper-to-bumper traffic going over the bridge into Manhattan. His suit jacket hung neatly on the hook in the back seat and he felt that his tie was getting tighter and tighter with each blare of a nearby horn. ‘For the love of GOD! Can we please move?!’ Dylan screamed over the radio to no one in particular. He could feel his blood pressure. " As we walked out, I added, "I guess we need a computer here and an internet connection?" Jack, that would help. It would give us a way of checking on people at least a little bit." That makes sense." We got in my truck. "We need a radio in here, too. You're right."She smiled, "I know." I smiled back at her and drove to my parents' house. She held my hand all the way there. I parked the truck and we got out.She went inside and I went over to my dad who was working on his tractor putting a. “Here have a look at the chart you’ll see for yourself, David’s had it more than any of the other two! I’ll open the window whilst you look.”“How d’you mean; David had more than the rest of the boy’s?” Elaine asked taking the chart and laying it out in front of her as Rodjana opened the porthole.“Here look follow the names; this is only from last week mind!” Rodjana sat back down beside and pointed to the names of the boy’s on the left. “Look David’s had at least three of us a day…but here on.