I didn't give a second thought about my keyboard or the stacks of bills piled neatly on my desk. Paula was once again thrusting 'Scott' into her soppi...ng pussy. Her eyes seemed to be begging me to cum. She lightly bit her lower lip. With a roar, I lost control. Spurt after spurt of cum burst forth. Goblets of it splashed everywhere; the keyboard, the floor, the papers on my desk. A few scattered droplets even adorned my monitor. Fuck it, I didn't care. I pumped my cock until I thought my knees. Once shewas gone, a bouncy pop melody began transmitting to the cans,startling Donnie. The voices of teenage females began singing an oddlyfamiliar tune which had far more suggestive lyrics to go with ahypnotic undercurrent of noise that was in sync with the song.You don?t think...you love it!You don?t think...you love it!Head full of bubble gum, it?s such a sexy wayGet your head off the earth, and put yourself in spaceYou always yearn to please, you never want to switchThe biggest tits and ass. Within seconds, his cock leapt inside me and I felt the first powerful spurt of his jism striking the very top of my womb triggering my own climax. I bit down on my lower lip, biting back the scream of pleasure that wanted to burst fought. As my orgasms rolled over me I eased myself down on him again until I was again stretched out between thighs, this time with his cock still buried inside me. I clamped down on his softening cock holding it captive as I drifted off to sleep again. I was shook. The first was concerned with a pair of twins who arrived at infant school only able to communicate in grunts, which only they understood. They were also distrustful of other children, and rather nasty to them. The question was how did this happen in a family all speaking normally. The father was a long-distance lorry driver who was away all week, so the mother was alone with the twins much of the time. It is well known that children learn to talk and then their mother tongue by imitating those.