I could feel deep within my vagina a life stirring, moisture forming, a pulse throbbing. This was confusing. How could it be? How could there be life ...again after all the damaged some asshole did to me? I wanted to say something, to break off the contact, to close the life gushing in my sex…“Sshhhh,” he said softly, putting his mouth over my lips. “She can still hear us.”For a moment I was confused. I thought I was drowning in his eyes and in my own passion, but his finger on my lips woke me up. After a couple of minutes, when the crowd had not thinned out any, curiosity got the better of Paul and he moved to join the crowd.It took a couple of more minutes for Paul to make his way through the crowded little kitchen as people slowly moved in and out, grabbing a fresh beer from a cooler on the breakfast table as he did, until he finally joined the loudest group of partygoers, all of whom were watching something out on the darkened balcony. Paul tiptoed to see over the shoulder of the guy. "I'll make sure we are, darling, but what have you got in mind?" she wanted to know."Well I'm hoping that the two of you can join me in my suite about 2pm on Saturday and stay overnight. The four of us are going to a posh restaurant for dinner and then back to my suite for lots more love making. What do you think?" he told her."The four of us you said?" she clarified."Yes, Sharon has agreed to join us for the night, so get ready for a few combinations you might not have been expecting, that is. It’ll be five minutes.’ ‘Thank you.’ Then she turned to me and started talking and talking aaand talking. For twins, the difference between them was striking. Don’t get me wrong, to look at them, it was obvious that they were twins, the only physical differences between them were gender, length of hair (Philippa’s blonde locks were shoulder length) and eye colour. Where Nathan had his fucking beautiful blue eyes, hers were a colour somewhere between hazel and brown. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not.