I wait her arrival, will she be the little lady she shows in her pictures, the mental image I hold in my brain whenever I write for her. I tremble as ...I wait, some folk`s use others pictures to add to their security cloak. Like all ladies she`s just a tad late, only a minute or so but to me a lifetime of will she arrive, is she even real, is this all a giant fantasy of mine. The mind does somersaults as each scenario unfolds as I clutch my coffee. A voice says “HI” I quickly rise she`s. Her tongue dove in to my opening multiple times in an amazing speed before inserting two fingers into my pussy. She quickened her pace wanting me to get on the edge and she knew that I was close as I tried so hard to stifle a moan but I failed and couldn't help moan "baby" as my body convulses when I was pushed over the edge. She tried to hold me down and latch on to my clit which almost made me scream if it weren't for the concern of her mom hearing us. As soon as I came down from that orgasm,. Now, through their deception, they each knew how it felt when there was a cock involved.Over the past few weeks, each girl had developed deep feelings for Ron. Jenny had been the first to know how special he was, while Julie’s affection had started when she saw how happy her sister was with Ron. It had only grown deeper after she had played the role of her sister a few times.When they first traded places, it was just for fun to see if Ron would notice. They had done the same thing to other. "She doesn't usually communicate with words. It isn't just a matter of learning another language. She transmits, I assume, concepts. At least that's what it seems like to me, pictures and occasionally feelings. Sometimes, it's clear as a bell what she means, other times, it's almost like you had somehow cut a number of pictures into small pieces, then put them into one large picture, totally jumbled. But instead of just pictures, I'm talking about concepts, as well. I think she's learning to.