Later that night, after forcing myself to eat some of my mom's pot roast, I went to my room and cried some more. I usually loved pot roast, especially...my mom's but today, nothing tasted good to me.I heard a knock on the door and quickly dried my tears. I turned on the TV to the Lifetime Channel just in case if it was my mom I would tell her I was crying over some movie that was sad."Come in," I choked.It wasn't my mom. It was my twin brother. Abel narrowed his eyes at me and closed the door.. One time, I even felt a large wet spot develop in my little-remaining panty-seat as I rhythmically clenched and unclenched those solid youthful cheeks, trying to prolong all those lust provoking sensations.Another time, I even felt soft fingers with long nails and hot palms gently cup, then slightly lift up, and finally roughly squeeze my solid round cheeks. "That" was no guy, as attested by a final wet kiss on the back of my neck. Her actions did double-duty as my steaming, wet puss was forced. More

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