Always leaving her shit just lying around. No goddamned respect for your SHARED space, for keeping a clean home…And you chuckle at the absurdity of ...it. No, that’s no reason to be mad at her. Not now…“Baby…” She leans forward, crawling toward you across the bed. “Baby, I’m so sor—”“Don’t.” You put up your hand, unable to look at her. “Just…just DON’T, okay?”This is working.You pull a small duffel bag from beneath the bed and go to your closet, grabbing at whatever. Forethought escapes you;. I have to say I was extremely happy and satisfied at the time.It was maybe a couple of months later that I receved a text from Linda saying She had booked a hotel room for the weekend and to be there by 7pm. I arrived and went to the reception as she had directed and they handed me a sealed letter. I opened it and it was a hand written note from Linda, I'm upstairs in the room, I'm dressed like I was two nights ago. I knew what she was wearing, an open cup bra, stockings, suspender belt and. We got back home and I went to my flat and took a shower and changed. After about 30 minutes, I heard the door bell ring and Asha was standing at the door looking so gorgeous in her silk sari. She invited me for dinner and I went as I always hate cooking. She served me some cola and we sat down to chat as the food was being cooked. While chatting with her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her bulge (tits) as they were so prominent and standing out. She realised it but just ignored it and kept on. It had been good fun at the time, though!As we drank our tea and munched our toast, we looked carefully at the other faces around the kitchen table, all quietly trying to fix the memories in our minds.Sian was the first to break the silence."Twins, you don't need me to tell you how careful you have got to be when you get home - if Uncle Kenneth and Aunt Pamela catch you doing anything, there will be hell to pay for all of us. You certainly won't be allowed to go away to university together, and.