As clothes were shed, her dark skin became more visible. Her lovely aereolae were revealed, their size disproportionate to the rest of the breasts. Th...e nipples jutted straight up, as though climbing toward the ceiling of the room.My hands and mouth clashed, as each wanted to engulf her lovely breasts. I found the combination of hands and mouth to be better partners than adversaries, so engaged them simultaneously. The more I enjoyed her breasts, the more she seemed to respond. As her breathing. “That’s reasonable.”“Two, uh, keep in mind that you’re asking me to find out a secret here. Like, Quinn, this seems like…”“A bad idea?”“A hundred percent a bad idea,” he agreed. “Like, the genie can’t go back in the bottle. What if this hurts you, or it hurts her?”“I came to you because even after a morning of arguing, she didn’t want to tell me,” I replied.“Or maybe especially after a morning of arguing,” he noted.“Yeah, I considered that,” I replied bitterly. “Even though she admitted it’s. We did have our differences, after all.One of the things about twin girls is that guys get curious about how identical they are. We went back to our place and Dick and Greg, Liz's friend, traded off. The guys learned whatever it was they thought they needed to learn, and Liz and I certainly had fun. Greg wasn't quite as good as Dick, at least in my opinion, but I certainly wouldn't mind seeing him again.That was the start of our social lives there in the town. It many ways it was just like back. "Turning to Amber, the High Priestess asked; "Is there proof upon the cloth that the Rite of Passage has been completed?"Amber answered; "There is." Reaching into her robe, she produced the small folded cloth which my mother had given to me. She handed it to the High Priestess who unfolded and examined it. She seemed to approve of what she saw there because she smiled and nodded at me, then turned, stepped to the altar and draped the cloth across the center. Turning back to me she said; "The.