Run away

Your quick decision-making leads you to turn tail and exit the vicinity of their dangerous gazes. You must remain loyal to your mission and your family, and getting involved with these two would be troublesome for you to keep your vows intact. Your wife would be proud of you if she knew how hard it was to turn away, but would she really appreciate how enticing the bare feet of two girls were to you in the first place?

Your heart starts to throb as you make it a safe distance away with the two twins far behind you. A tinge of regret taints your mind as you imagine all of the possibilities of defilement that you missed out on by leaving, but you try to distract your wandering thoughts with the image of your wife's topless bouncing tits rewarding you for your courage. Imagining them jiggling sates your lust in the meantime, but can you really hold out for much longer? Your mental eye transitions to a row of feet belonging to your wife and daughters all wiggling their toes at you, and strangely enough, it gets you excited. You think about painting their toenails with strings of your seed shooting from your {if

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