Still... Things had happened, things I wanted to take as signals from Jackie. There was the dancing. There had been moments when we danced that the pr...essure of her breasts against my chest and the feel of the small of her back under my hand aroused me, and on several occasions, emboldened by alcohol, I pressed my hardened cock against her. She did not pull away.There were the kisses. When we danced, the dance always ended with a kiss -- even the times when I'd pressed myself against her. I. I’m going to cum. You are making me cum now. Yes. Suck it now!” and I felt the first plug of his sap as it shot up the shaft of his cock and I pulled my mouth away as I carried on rapidly pumping him with my hand. Then it flew from the end. A thick wad of hot white cum blasted out and plastered my forehead and my hair. I pumped him again and the next stream flew and I moved to open my mouth and catch it on my tongue where its salty bitterness struck home straight away and I engulfed his cock. I was coming home from my sophomore year at university and had all kinds of plans to meet up with friends that I hadn't seen in a few months. Not just the ones that didn't attend the same school as me - I studied abroad during spring semester so I was beginning to miss even my old roommate and long-time friend Dan.I choose the term "long-time friend" rather than "best friend" because my best friend is my twin sister, Jenny. We are fraternal twins so we definitely look related but it's not like. Could that really be me?My reverie was broken by the door opening. In walked Helen, carrying anumber of bags."Oh. My. Goodness," she exclaimed and stopped dead in her tracks.With that, Fiona gestured to Claire and quickly the two left the roomand closed the door behind them. I looked at Helen and managed a half,embarrassed, smile. After all, I was still naked apart from the toweland paper pants."I'm truly speechless," Helen explained breathlessly, "you look just, Idon't know, so so much.