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CHAPTER ELEVEN

The Kaufmann twins were something Al Bombannente had never experienced. They did everything together, which included an attempted bank holdup together eight years earlier which landed the two of them in prison for what seemed like forever. Both had been model prisoners, and as a result both had been put in the same cell. They were able to protect one another from the bulldykes who wanted them, and they discovered what it was like to make love to another female when they listened to all the other women in adjoining cells doing it in the dark, after which they experimented, themselves. They wondered if it was truly classified as incest when between two sisters. Since they were twins, fraternal, not identical, that made it even more interesting.

Linda was the taller of the two. She was also slightly heavier than Debbie her sister. Linda had blonde hair and blue eyes. She had full breasts, a fleshy waist, large hips, and a really large posterior. Debbie didn't look the least little bit like her sister, and one would never have mistaken them for sisters, much less twins. Debbie was very slender, and the one place where she resembled her sister was in the cannon-shell shaped breasts that coned out the front of her dress.

Both girls wore wine-red skirts and grey blouses with wine-red jackets. They reported to Al every Monday, and he knew they were two hot and horny bitches. Neither had made a secret of wanting him to ball her, but Al knew to agree to one girl and not the other would wreak havoc. Yet he knew it was imminent that he would be screwing them, though he had no idea in what order. They were purposely giving him a hard time. Their employer, the owner of a small diner, complained ceaselessly to Al that the two women either harassed or propositioned his customers all day long. True, their propositioning brought many customers back, but if one of them tried walking out with a customer, the other would yell her head off, and as a result, neither girl actually got any action.

They were sitting across the splintery desk from Al and he sat back with his feet up, his hands in his pockets, saying, "You girls are just begging to go back inside, aren't you. Hell! You're out, be smart and stay out."

"Just what the hell are we supposed to do, knuckle under to being horny the rest of our lives?" Linda asked. "You know, Al…" both called him by his first name, "… if Debbie and I wanted to go the dyke route, we would have finished our term in the penitentiary. There was plenty of that in there. We're out, we're free, and we both need a little action to calm us down. The problem is, we can't both get it at the same time. Hell! If I see Debbie trying to turn on to a guy, I scream my head off, and if she sees me doing the same thing, she starts throwing dishes. Look, how about you putting an end to our misery by screwing at least one of us."

"If I pick one, the other one'll scream her head off," Al pointed out. "Remember? Besides, I'm a parole officer, not a stud."

"Bet you could be both if you wanted," Debbie said, sidling over and sitting on the corner of his desk.

"Look, I want both you girls to go to work today and not make trouble. Tonight, I'm going to stop by and talk to the pair of you at your apartment. I want both of you there."

"Sure, Al baby!" Linda said, smiling. "We'll make supper for you."