It was from him. ‘I know I was rude but I had to call and tell you it was great to see you today. If you want to talk or hang out give me a call.’... ‘Yeah, I’ll hurry up and call you,’ I said sarcastically as I deleted the message. I grabbed the milk and headed home. When I got home, my mom asked, ‘How was work?’ ‘Work was work. It was a little annoying though.’ ‘How so?’ ‘I ran into that jackass I broke up with a few months ago. Let’s just say that he reminded me why we broke up. I wanted to. ”She dipped her head and looked at her own bust, “Yeah, look how my nipples are hard. It must be because of the wet shirt.”“It doesn’t look wet” I observed.Farah put a hand over the rise of her left breast and pinched the nub, “Your right, it isn’t.” She took the bottle of beer and rolled it across one breast then the second. The heavy, cold condensation clinging to the glass soaked the shirt over her nipples. When she was done, she had a wet spot at the end of each breast, her nipples stood. The miniskirt didn't last long; Megan quickly stripped it from her. As she looked at the squirming Rachel, almost dangling there in her and her Master's bedroom, she cooed out loud. She slid her hands over Rachel's body and she could sense the erotic tension in her muscles. Lightly she traced down: through her hair, over her face and lips, tracing the letters on her choker, and down over her curves. Megan licked her lips as she watched her captive's nipples stiffen even further through the thin. "Oh my God!" I gasped, letting out an incredible sigh at the intensefeelings of pain and pleasure as my twin violated my virginity."Fuck, sister, your pussy's so tight," giggled Rachel, "It feels greataround my cock."I was almost overwhelmed by the sensory overload of the head of her cockfilling my tight little ass, but that was just the start of it. Iyearned for more and Rachel wasn't shy about giving it to me. With herhands still on my hips, she forced her throbbing beast deeper and.