What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]
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				Title: <strong>What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 14:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tvsourcemagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/luke-mitchell-x04.jpg)</div>The tortured lyrics of Skillet gave him company on the ride over to Main. It wasn't too far a trip, made shorter by a penchant to tax the V12 under his modified Mustang GT. The playlist had time only to inch into the third song when he was pulling up into Celeste's driveway, but amid lip-syncing to Monster, Taylor Wells mounted one final attempt at decoding his girlfriend's message. <br><br>“Cramming for finals. Help me study?” A request that might seem commonplace only Celeste needing tutoring roughly equated to a shark requiring swimming lessons. Least of all from a devotee of the ‘I'm-just-happy-to-pass’ cult. Taylor perused through the conversation again, scouring her texts for an inkling of her true intentions and found nothing that betrayed anything sneaky. But he remained on guard. His sexy little study bug was also a delightfully meticulous prankster and he had enough first-hand experience of it to sense one in motion.<br><br>There was one incredibly simple gag that he never grew tired of reminiscing. She had lured him with a knee-wobbling array of pictures and timed the flurry to coincide with a drone of a lecture on a topic he still couldn't summon from memory. A shot of her sliding her panties aside, then one of her pinching her clit, then a devious little video of her teasing her soft, wet little pussy which ended with her hooking and wagging a forefinger at him. Daring him.<br><br>“Meet me by the pool now,” he had barely typed before excusing himself and haring down to the rendezvous point. He was surprised that she was already waiting, in the most disarmingly sinful bikini he had ever seen. She usually preferred to tax his imagination and give him the liberty of tearing her clothes off after luring him into a mindless rage of sexual energy. But this method had it's appeal too. He had grabbed her hair and slammed them headlong into a violent kiss. Their hands had roamed blissfully unaware of their surrounds. He was going for her top when she had breathed in his ear, “Slow down, lover. What if I had been Cassandra...”<br><br>His cock had jerked into torrid wakefulness, the reaction as involuntary as his growl. “You don't think I know who my girl is?” he had shot back and embellished the statement by grabbing her succulent little ass and treating her to a wildly hot spank. A scream carried her pleasure across the grounds and she trained her eyes on him, a feral gleam to them. “Would you still fuck her if you knew?”<br><br>Taylor was thrown, and he was forced to slip further as she snapped his lips and continued regaling him with the perverse fantasy. “Maybe you'd even want me to watch,” another damned throbbing of his cock voiced confirmation even as he struggled to cope with this new, bold, filthy side of her. “Celeste?” he had ventured when a voice behind him answered, “Yeah, baby?”<br><br>“Oh my God,” he leaped to one side and stared at the twins, fear clouding his eyes as he realised who had had been fondling. “Cel, I'm so sor-” he had begun when the girls broke into laughter and a fifty slid from one to the other, and even more startling was who the winner was. “Toldja he wouldn't figure it out,” Celeste had said as he pocketed her money.<br><br>The memory faded away as his eyes trained back on his phone again. The odd dirty talk making him grin as he sat at the mouth of the gorgeous suburban residence. The front lawn manicured to perfection and the porch swathed in shadow and light as the sun slunk low into the horizon behind it. “Alright, Cel. Let's see what you've got for me this time,” his eyes sparkled. He wasn't going to let her dupe him this time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wallflower20</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 21:00:56</strong>
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				Celeste dashed around, stuffing clothes that scattered her floor into her hamper and scooping up a few handfulls of trash before vacuuming. She had a bad habbit of doing things either straight away after thinking about it or waiting to the last moment. She was sure her boyfriend would be arriving soon, and so she clearly let her procrastinating side shine through. The uncovered floor revealed a lovely deep wood floor with a sandy shag rug under her bed that covered half the total floor space, matching the shape of the bed and making it a place of prominance. She curled her toes in the loose, downy fibers that were attached to the rug as she moved over it, fixing her light bedspread and blue throws to be inviting to a guest, by her estimation. <br><br>A few of her smaller collected shells had fallen from their perches by other things like letters and silly papers, so she took the time to rearrange them to her liking, shoving the spare papers into a desk drawer. From another, Celeste took a study guide and a few study tools. She took them over to the bed and laid them over her bed throws with no particular order. <em>Because the desk clearly is only big enough for one person to sit at...</em> She realized the ploy would probably be too obvious, but hopefully that's why he'll walk right into it.<br><br>"Okay, Cassy! Can you think of anything else? I'll have to get into the closet soon!" Celeste yelled down the hall to her sister's room, where she was probably changing into a matching outfit still.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This isn't meant as an exact match, but more as an aide.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lottashome.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Decorative-Round-Mirror-for-Beach-bedroom-decorating-Ideas-with-Beige-Sisal-Rug-and-Soft-Blue-Wall-Color.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ash</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 16:28:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;Cassandra tossed clothes everywhere as she looked for her outfit, it was important that she matched Celeste today. They've been planning this prank for awhile so she should’ve had it all ready by now but she procrastinated. Sighing in frustration she kicked her closet door and rubbed her temples, trying to calm herself down. <br><br>After a few moments she regained her composure and decided to check her dresser instead, perhaps she just misplaced it. She let out a relieved breath as she found the outfit in the second last drawer of her dresser. <br><br>As she dressed she thought about all the people who couldn't tell them apart even though they did have their own distinct personalities. Compared to her sister she was hot headed and a bit reckless, she was just as smart but didn't really care. They even wore different fragrances and did their make up differently, Cass always favored vanilla bean and dark colors. Physically they were almost identical, she had a few birthmarks in intimate places that Celeste didn't have. <br><br>Finally dressed in her short black pleated skirt and red button up she admired herself in the mirror, the outfit fit her like a glove. Choosing to forgo panties she pulled on her thigh highs and got to work on her make up, doing it the way Celeste favored. When she was nearly finished she heard her sister call out to her from down the hall. <br><br>Cass quickly out on the finishing touches and skipped to her sister's room, checking the hall mirror on the way. She flopped onto Cel’s bed and looked over at her, it was like looking into a mirror. “What's up, Cel? Is he almost here? Should I do anything else?” She started to wring her hands in her lap, her nerves starting to kick in. “You sure about this, Cel?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 08:59:06</strong>
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				The house was short of its usual life when the girls hid themselves away. In fact, his visits in the past often begun with him and their father sharing exasperated looks and a tête-à-tête about how they managed to retain normal function whilst taking care of two of the world's foremost stirrers of trouble. Usually they stuck to the chaos that could spawn a Disney television series. After this day is done, they may well be courting offers from the world's leading porn sites.<br><br>On a whim, Taylor decided to make his approach through the back door. Greater chances of it being unlocked, as it eventually turned out to be. Thankfully there weren't any real threats in their neighborhood besides horny little devils like himself. Although at this juncture, he couldn't in good conscience rule out some physical trauma, pertaining to back door antics of a deliciously different kind. <br><br>"Cel?" There was no sign of her downstairs so he resorted to a yell. "Babe, you there?<br><br>"I'm in the kitchen, by the way. Lemme know if you want anything." <br><br>As much as he was hungry or a different kind of treat, Taylor found the chocolate cake that had been ever so prominently placed on the counter too distracting. He ladled a slice onto a small plate and grabbed the bottle of whipped cream for good measure. There was no response, but Celeste's message had said to come directly up to her room. A shrug of his shoulders and a long train of inappropriate thought later, he began his energetic climb up the steps, taking them on two at a time and striking a rather unnecessarily macho pose upon reaching the landing. <br><br>The door to his right was ajar and he saw the most tantalizing flash of leg under a delectably short skirt before she went out of range. He needed more, and needed more right fucking now. Taylor soon stormed into her bedroom, cake and cream in hand, but once he got a good look at her he had to stop dead in his tracks. <br><br>"Goddamn it, woman. How do you expect me to learn with you looking like that?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What's mine is yours [Insanity, Wallflower20 and Ash]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyJuliana</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 19:16:18</strong>
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				"Positive.&nbsp; He'll like it -- that perv."&nbsp; Celeste laughed, admiring the matching outfit she was wearing.&nbsp; It's amazing how identical they were.&nbsp; And now, they were thinking of coming up with a prank to commemorate the last one.&nbsp; The last was hilarious!&nbsp; "Now off you go!&nbsp; You know what to do.&nbsp; The phone.&nbsp; And then -- BAM!"&nbsp; She giggled, imagining the look on Taylor's face.<br><br>*******************<br>"What?"&nbsp; The brunette sitting on the side of the bed looked up to stare at him with an innocent look.&nbsp; "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow, pretending to be oblivious to the stare her boyfriend gave her.&nbsp; Of course, he'd be shocked.&nbsp; She was wearing a black pleated skirt that's way too short than the usual she usually wore.&nbsp; The kind that would show her panties (she had laced panties -- red ones) if she just bend over or made a sweeping turn.<br><br>"There's nothing wrong with this..."&nbsp; Her pinkish lips curled into a pout as she combed her brown tresses, which fell all the way to her slim waist.&nbsp; It didn't help that whenever she moved, flashes of skin from her C-cup cleavage could be seen.&nbsp; Her buttoned red top barely covered them --- only a few buttons in the middle were used, leaving her breasts and navel tantalizingly exposed.&nbsp; "And this is comfortable for me."&nbsp; <br><br>She casually walked to where he was, letting her hips sway teasingly.&nbsp; "You're not going to kiss me anymore?"&nbsp; She did not wait for him to say a word as she dropped a soft kiss on his lips.&nbsp; "I missed you."&nbsp; Then she kissed him again, this time, parting her lips to deepen the kiss.&nbsp; Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer to her scantily clad body, tempting him.<br><br>RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!&nbsp; RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!&nbsp; RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!<br><br>Then the phone outside rang.&nbsp; "CEL, IT'S FOR YOU!"<br><br>"Okay, okay!&nbsp; Wait up!&nbsp; Geez."&nbsp; Then turning to him, she smiled flirtatiously, "Wait here, lover.&nbsp; Keep that thought."<br><br>Then she was gone.&nbsp; A flurry of sounds and talking and then silence came over to the house once more.<br><br>Then the door opened again.
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