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There are two women that have defined my life as a seventeen-year-old amateur boy: my twin sister, Ally, and Patricia. Ally and I have known each other since we were in the womb, sharing heartbeats and kicking rambunctiously into our pregnant mother’s insides. Everyone knows how close identical twins can get, and Ally and I were no exception. Those twins you see on TV that finish each other’s sentences? Yeah, we’re one of those sets. The insufferably adorable, and kind of creepy pair of look-alikes that seem to share a single mind. But we don’t share a single mind; at least, not Ally and I. No, my mind is shared with another: Patricia. And Patricia is closer to me than Ally ever will be, because Patricia is me. That’s right folks, I’m a schizophrenic. Half of me is Jake Bronston, shy and average, and the other half is Patricia (Trish for brevity’s sake), adventurous and bold. When we were children, Trish and I were a domination symbiotic organism. I’d be in the driver’s seat during most of our conscious state, and Trish would take the wheel when daring action was required. I, Jake Bronston, would never stand up for myself, but Trish…Trish would kick Jordon Christianson square in the balls. Ally loved Trish and I equally during our youth. She’d share adventures with Trish, and then confide in Jake when she was feeling the need for a softer fetish friend. It was all great, and my duality never posed a serious problem. That was, until puberty hit. I am a man, goddamn it! A red-blooded, American piece of testosterone-driven violence and insecurity! But, I share this hormone-fueled body with a woman that is (to put it nicely) a complete slut. girlfriend Trish hit puberty like Wiley Cayote hit a brick wall painted as a tunnel. One night, she’s planning an adventure of a lifetime through the Michigan backwoods, the next, she’s finger-fucking my asshole and moaning the names of the middle-school basketball players! One hour, I’m chatting up Jenny Laughton on messenger, the next, she’s looking up sex-change operations in Mexico! Do you see my predicament?! The symbiosis stopped, and my mind became a battleground for the two personalities that desired control of it. We were no longer partners, but rivals. Ally, bless her heart, has always taken my side of things. Ally pulled Trish back from the brink of teen a lot of situations that would have ruined me. She stopped Trish from going to a gay bar glory-hole stall, she stopped her from asking out boys in school, she even stopped Trish from doing the unthinkable with a paring knife in the garage. Yeah…it’s been a rough couple of years. “We are!” Daddy gasped. I smiled, stroking my pussy-slicked dick as I advanced on Dona. You didn’t think I’d be showering alone did you?” She grinned, squeezing him around the waist before letting go and moving to teen stand up, forcing him to rise with her. Anything exciting? 5.SUMMARY AND INTERPRETATION Her fetish body was on fire as domination it began to trace slow, ever-widening circles along her cheek until it passed over the place where her cheek rested against Richard’s dick. Lissa just quietly observed the animated bunch until a hand came to rest on her ass. A stern look from my mother shut him up quickly. My heart pounded, pumping hot blood through my veins. And you have metal strips here where the engraving can go, amateur perfect. “Is he handsome? I swear he tried to kiss my face with his big, fat tongue as his way of saying “Thank you!” "Come in, come in, welcome to casa-de-Faye," I said trying to be as cheerful as possible. "These are amazing," Sarah marveled, rifling through them in awe. My eyes widened as the cheerleader did just that. This was something I always did, but—not surprisingly—I saw nothing even remotely suspicious. “No secret. The boy from the temple had done as the wolf had said and had searched for the wizard who had girlfriend trained the wolf.