The clerk handed Dan their key cards for room 3269 and paused. “I have to ask you sir, is Dan Hayward a pseudonym name or are you really Tom Hanks?�...��Dan began to laugh, “I’ve been mistaken for Tom Hanks a countless number of times, but never that way before.”“Your voice seems to sound like his too.”“This is the first time my voice has been compared to his. I was born 20 July 1954 and Tom on 9 July 1956. I’m two years older than him. So he looks like me, I just haven’t been discovered yet. If you. Of course they were baying for more, they wanted to see everything, but thankfully I awoke and punched his lights out.I stormed out of his house and made my way back into town, on foot. Then my phone rang and this stranger asked me if I was OK, to which I said I was, and we got chatting.After a short while he started to get a little personal and talked about a particular tattoo I had on my inner thigh, up close to my crotch, one that can only be seen if my panties were down, and revealing. She was toying with him. Anger rose in him making him tense, This in turn tugged on the chains holding him there. pain overrode anger as his bonds refused him any slack. His head slumped down in defeat and his body relaxed, giving out from exhaustion.She shook her head, "Poor boy. You need not struggle needlessly."Gently, she cupped his face in her hands and lifted it so that she could look at him. He gave a weary whimper as he looked to her. his eyes looked down trying to avoid eye contact. Her own hips jerked, her clit brushing against the sheet. Spasms rippled through her pussy, spasms that made her eat her squealing sister at a more frenzied pace.Tammy lurched up, then slammed down. Her hips rotated in tight quick circles. "My clit! Make me cum!" She shoved forward, mangled her clit against Crissy's teeth. "Aghhhh!"Crissy's face was soaked with sticky cunt cream. She twisted her fingers inside Tammy's asshole, jabbing them in and out quickly, her sister's screams and twisting.