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Later, as Mallory was leaving for class she drove away pondering the fact that for a moment, when she had first screamed and gushed all over her brother’s cock, she had locked eyes with her father who was watching them from the partly open door. Unable to speak as her orgasm ripped through her, she had watched him as he ran his tongue over his lips and rubbed his palm over the bulge in his pants. She had closed her eyes in horror, and when she opened them he had been gone. She had said nothing to her brother and once again he had left before she could find out which brother he was, much less tell him that their father had seen them fucking and had apparently liked it. The next few days passed quickly and before long they were off following the school bus for the first football game of the season, both twins played on the team, so Mallory and her parents went to show their support. After the game one of her mother’s friends decided she didn’t want to ride home alone so her mother.

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