“Hi there Dad, I’m fucking horny, sure hope you are too.” With that, he closed the door and instantly stuck his tongue in my mouth, which I love.... He had one of his hands down the opening of my dressing gown, gently pulling it open and then cupping my hard cock with his other hand through my jock. Not another word was spoken for a while as we deep kissed, our hands roving over every inch of each others bodies. He soon found my ass, open to his probing fingers, spitting on them and then gradually. In the morning and gave over at 1.00 p.m. I had the rest of the day and weekends to myself. The atmosphere in the hotel was very informal and friendly. It was nothing like what one reads about the British being “reserved and formal.” In no time, the family and I were on first name basis. For the first two days, I bore the brunt of the twins masquerade and pranks. I also noticed that the family could tell them apart quite easily. One evening I asked Harry, “Please tell me, how you tell them. I would like offer you a drink.. also if you do not want to dance with me ... ", then my sister says "well.. we can go to get something to drink in the back room because it's quieter ... " and he (enthusiastic) says " ok ok! " and I say "what I do? I come too?" and my sister says to me "Well, I'm going to get me something to drink and then come back, are you stay peaceful ...", I do not do stories because I do not jealous for my sister :-P, because as i recounted in my previously stories-posts. Do you think I am stupid?” “No, but I am not...” I cut her off in midsentence. I pulled the thigh-high out of my pocket and pointed to the stain. “Should I take this down and have a little DNA test run on it so we can figure out what it is, which we both know what it is, but who its from, only you and the depositor know that. Well, should I?” Ahh reality makes an appearance. “No,” she said in a small voice. “I take it you are in love with this other person and that you want a divorce?” Her.