"Don't tell me you've never dreamed of being with twin sisters before, Aidyn."<br/><br/>"We want you, Aidyn."<br/><br/>"What do you want us to do, Aidyn?"<br/><br/>"Aidynnn... do you want to see us kiss?"<br/><br/>The twins kept on with a barrage of quick questions, their voices mingling into the same, echoing, sultry voice. Leslie's hand stroked and massaged tenderly across that stiffening bulge, a distinct tent lifting her own skirt, and Lindsay had already lifted Aidyn's shirt completely above his head, exposing his frail, boyish figure. Both sisters nibbles carefully at each earlobe, still whispering, asking, promising.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>