It was just like fucking her own pussy --- and then again, it was totally different. But Diane's cunt was soft and wet and warm, just like her own cun...t, and Anita concentrated on the similarities, not the differences.Bravely, she shoved forward with her whole body, as if that were what it took to bury her fingers far up inside of Diane's cunt."Now I'm gonna fuck you," Anita said, trying to sound macho. "I'm gonna take your cherry, Diane!" Yes, yes, oh yes!" Diane said, her head tossing from one. A good sign, I thought.My consulting room is a comfortable space. A heavy leather chesterfield provides seating, usually for my clients. I have my desk, my chair and my books. It looks out onto the small garden at the back of the property, a small patch of green in the yellow-grey brick of the Highgate terrace. I sat on the chesterfield and had the girls stand to one side where the afternoon light from the window fell across their nakedness.Twins they might be but they were still physically. She was about to break into a gushing smile or tremble with fear."Where Sir?" she asked and I smiled.I took her wrists lightly into my fist and applied just enough pressure to move her without bruising. I pushed forward as I stepped and she stumbled slightly, her eyes locked on mine. When the back of her legs hit the table both of us stopped."Where do you think?" I said. My voice fell deep before my smile rose. I reached down and tugged at the hem of her panties till they parted the lips of her. It seemed I was going to have one of those wet, horny days :-)Tom went into town to hang out with his mates after breakfast and I was free to think about the previous evening. I guessed that, like most teenage boys, he would be rubbing his cock at every opportunity, so I thought I would lay a little trap. I moved my dirty washing basket from the hallway into the room Tom was staying in and was curious to see if he would fall into the trap.In the late afternoon, Tom came back and asking if his.