You made love to her.Do it to mature me Daniel.Not even a tingle rippled across my mind.Something... blocked the access to it, like I oral had to figure out how to open a spiritual door or something.I loved it.Take every inch of me. amateur I ordered.I don't know… we've been drifting apart.He slipped his blonde teacher fingers into the waist of the pants on the sides and jerked BOTH his boxers and pants to his feet.Slowly, I pulled my hand upwards until I found the top of her shorts, and then slowly pulled them forward just enough to slide my hand down their front.Everyone knows how close identical twins can get, and Ally and I were no exception.And who is she with? We share the same mind now, Justina said, her words wavering in the same euphoria I felt, emotions are just chemical reactions in the brain prompted by external stimulus, so your emotions are my emotions, and visa-versa. I’ve been trying to stay emotionally blank for you; I don’t want to contaminate the sample. You’re quite the little scientist, aren’t you? I said, flipping through the pages of our mind, experiencing the memories of Justina, Always doing experiments, always forming a hypothesis, always- I cut amateur off as I got to a particular memory. I let it linger there, feeling extremely awkward. Hey, stop that! blonde Justina yelled, Stop teacher feeling awkward, you’re making me feel awkward! Justina, I said, experiencing this memory in her mind, feeling the emotions she felt then, mingling with our present emotions, Are you gonna… are you gonna explain this one to mature me? Mom says I’m not old enough to feed myself, Justina said, so I take the left overs; can you stop feeling so fucking uncomfortable?! It’s completely natural for a young succubus! You’re oral sucking sperm out of your mother’s asshole, I said frankly, feeling the breadth of the memory; tasting the memory of her mother’s ass on my tongue, feeling the memory of her mother’s fingers in my body, feeling Justina’s past arousal, her present annoyance, and my own disgust mix into a concoction of volatile emotion, and it feels like you both really enjoyed the experience. Yes, it’s a wonderful mother-daughter bonding moment, Justina said, there’s a whole brain full of them if you’re feeling frisky, but for now, I think we should keep our memories in check; I certainly don’t want to remember your death-STOP REMEMBERING YOUR DEATH! Sorry, I said, feeling Justina’s horror fade as I pushed back the memory, but you brought it up. It’s kind of hard not remembering something when someone else mentions it. OK, Justina said with an exaggerated exhale, as if she were breathing the memory out of her, what’s the plan?