Bing Shi felt her insides heating up, gradually, together with the way her husband explored both of their new bodies, "Are you Nathaniel Hauxley?! Or Damon Carnifex?! Or Earl Fester?! No! A nobody like you doesn't have a right to be arrogant around me!"
"Yes, fuck me and my life. I can't believe I'm going through so much trouble just to get a taste of a cheap slut's pussy," he touched and caressed her over her clothes, then stopped abruptly, "We smell like shit. Let's take a bath."
"Nobody is forcing you to be here," Bing Shi crawled onto his shoulder for another piggyback, sounding hurt and betrayed, "A cheap slut? I thought we are friends."
"That's what baffles me the most," he carried her to the bathroom, "I fucking thought so too until I found out that the rumours were true. What the fuck girl? It's your twin."
