And I've got a lot to tell you myself," she smiled wistfully, a hint of wary concern in her eyes."Can it wait?" I asked with my eyes obviously running up and down her body. I hadn't cum since Friday and my hormones were pumping in overdrive. Her flower-print dress had slender straps and a bustline that drooped low enough to show the beginnings of her cleavage. And the rest of the material was light and thin enough to outline her body's curves.Keira took one look at the hunger in my eyes and she blushed. "Well, I suppose it can."Eagerly, I leaned across the couch and captured her lips with my own again, reveling in her familiar taste and quickly bringing my hands up to her shoulders to grip her tightly.The beautiful brunette moaned and put her hands to my head, tilting my face so that she could plunge her tongue deeper into my mouth. And then her hands moved to my back, gripping my shirt and balling it up in her fists while she groaned and pulled me atop her so that I was lying across. “Sisters?”“They are, but just the girl with the coffees for me.” I put up my shingle asking the next customer to go to Jess instead. “Hi Adelaide!”“Hi,” my girlfriend beamed.“I’ll leave you to it.” Lidie squeezed my ass before she hummed away on a bright cloud.“Seriously?” The little sister ... Celeste! Her name came to me like a bolt from Zeus’s hand. Celeste shook her head. “You didn’t see that?”“That’s Lidie,” I explained.“Oh!” Adelaide took a happy sigh. “It’s OK, Cellee, I know all about her. You came, you saw, you scampered off so I could have lunch with my boyfriend?”“What?” Celeste looked shocked. “Jesus. Seriously?”Celeste was a shorter, bustier, darker, longer haired, unhappier clone of Adelaide. They dressed similarly. Adelaide had a couple more buttons unfastened. Celeste had brighter more vivid makeup.“Unless you’re joining us?” I asked. “For lunch.”Adelaide gave me a look that pleaded: “Only for lunch! Only for lunch! Only for lunch!”“Nah, I can’t stop her from her bad.
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