Helping Out The Shutterbug
The twins entertain their secret admirer.
The last gray wisps of sleep fade away as I feel you snuggle into me, your hand sliding across my tummy to rest against the curve of my breast. "Good morning, sleepy head," you murmur into my neck with a kiss. "Same to you," tousling your hair, knowing we always wake within a minute of each other. You jostle against me, shifting your hips. "What's the matter? You got bugs?" "Ass hole's a little sore, if you must know." "W...