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The Move If you were to ask Ben, my brother, he’d tell you that the move our family made from the city out to the suburbs was the best thing that ever happened to him in his life. It was great for me too. He was thirteen at the time of that move. I was an elderly fourteen hehe. Puberty hit me early, and indian by the time of our move, I had grown a very nice set of 32C tits. Ben noticed. In fact, he noticed them all the time. If we were in the same room together, his eyes never left my chest, regardless of how conservatively I was dressed, as was my normal practice. Three days after moving into our new home in a nice upper middle-class neighborhood, I met the neighbors. I was unpacking some things in the garage with the door open when Gina and Tina walked in and introduced themselves. They were my age, and identical twins. They didn’t dress the same or wear their hair the same though. The twins were nice enough, both tall at asian about five nine, blond hair, blue eyes and very, very shapely bodies. That last point was hard to miss, since they dressed anything but conservatively. Both had on tight shorts and halter tops which left no doubt their D cup breasts were unrestrained by bras. After the initial introductions, they invited me over for some lemonade. “It’s too hot to lay out, so we’ll probably just sit in the shade of the umbrella out by the pool and get to know each other.” Up flashing to that point, other than their drop-dead gorgeous looks, everything was pretty normal. I had to admit to myself that I was somewhat intimidated by their looks. I was much more plain and unremarkable. Also, I guess I was a little flattered that they wanted to be my friends, so I accepted their invitation. Once seated in the shade of their umbrella, it didn’t take long for me to realize how far out of my conservative element I’d strayed. When Tina handed me a glass of lemonade, Gina said, “We put a little Vodka in ours—not much, just enough to take the edge off. Have you ever tried it?” I felt myself blush instantly so I looked down at the glass, “Uh . . . no—no, I’ve never had any alcohol.” Tina asked me, “Would you like to try some? We don’t use enough to get drunk or anything, just enough to make us tingle.” And then Gina added, “Don’t worry; no one can smell it on you. That’s why we use Vodka. You can’t smell it at all.” Still somewhat intimidated and flattered by their attention, and not wanting to come off as a goodie-two-shoes, I said, “Okay. I guess I can try some.” “Oh goodie!” Gina exclaimed, clapping her hands. “We’re going to become great friends.” And Tina took my lemonade and disappeared into the house. She returned a minute later and sat the glass back in front of me. I could feel their eyes on me as I took a tentative sip. My parents had long gone to bed and Jim was out again with his friends, running amok, and I was in asian bed, naked with Alyssa. Actually no she screamed when she orgasmed. She didn’t answer him verbally; she sat up next to him and peeled off her night gown. Her pussy juice had me reliving that night." “Dont get any ideas” she muttered. She had quickly been overpowered. Months later I became Mrs. Carter, marrying the flashing man I fell in love with. Sue released Linda's legs from the lower bar and made her stand up. I like to fuck, I get off almost every time I do it. The punishing of both girls Katin and indian Sylvia is working and it should satisfy my hate feelings against Katin.