Accompanying Margaret that day was her twin sister, Anne. Not identical. Unlike her sister, Anne had not been in our honors classes. She hadn't helped...edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried all that hard. She was, basically, normal. She was also, in real life, smoking hot. Freckled, red hair, quick laugh, very trim. She also gave off a good girl. “Do you remember this?”I studied the picture on the screen. Before we begin our first workout, Liz made me get into a bikini and took a picture with her cell phone. The changes I noticed weren’t dramatic, but they were quite evident. Compared to the picture, my arms and legs were a bit more toned, I was less pudgy around the middle, and there were even slight hints of muscle definition.She smiled when she noticed the tears in my eyes.“You can tell a difference, can’t you?”“Yes I can,” I said. She was DP’d and filled with cum. We finished watching the video, and I texted her the web address. Helena went home around 10PM after promising to pick me up the next day around 1030AM. I went to bed early and slept like a baby, looking forward to the next day. At 9AM the next morning Helena rang my doorbell. She was excited and could not wait to see me in action. We had a cup of coffee before I Prepared for the shoot by shaving my pussy, legs and armpits and having a couple of enemas. Then I. Ooh, please, darling daughter, take me ... aah, Christ, I need a fuck, please, please!’ I gabbled with increasing desperation, as she tantalisingly slid the dildo just another half inch further into me, scraping it along my vaginal walls and sending every nerve-ending into a frenzy.‘Louder!’ she demanded, ‘I want Katrina to hear you beg for it, Mommie-cunt, you’re such a lezzie slut!’I was on fire, and yet chilled by the chasm that was opening up in front of me. Was I really asking my own.
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