<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Mommy meet and greet</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div>Should it really surprise that my twin mirrors my traits? Well, perhaps a little leeway is in order considering we'd spent all our adult lives as the poster children for sibling rivalry. It wasn't anything malignant though. We loved each other, but always had room to indulge in harmless little pranks. One of them had been the gateway to our present state of absolute fucking bliss, in fact, and I've begun to wonder lately if we were always meant to be this way.<br/><br/>"<strong>Damn it, sis</strong>" I struggle to present enough of a forbidding picture though. So technically I should curse my cock, which is iron-hard again and jutting out to savor her plump rump. We'd both become aware of the loss of privacy, and of who it was that could walk in on us. "<strong>God damn it, Chanel. Mom's downstairs</strong>!" There is a hint of helplessness to my voice, a realization as much as I may protest there is nothing that I want more than to fuck the living daylights out of you. "<strong>And you're making me wish she actually catches us like this</strong>..."