Dessert For Mr. Ferguson
Your scent is what dreams are made of.
"Will you get a move on, Ava! Jeez, you can be so damn slow sometimes," my eighteen-year-old identical twin grumbled. We both were 5'9, 140lbs, with amber eyes, long black curly hair, and D-cup breasts. Heads turned, everywhere we went with our figure. However, only close friends and our parents could tell us apart. Whirling around, I clarified, "When I'm in sweats and a tee-shirt, that's the moment I'm seen by the many p...