I have just read a story on here which took me back to when I was eighteen. I was dating a twin called Denise, she was a year older than me and most people thought that she and her sister, Diane, were identical. Although I had grown up with them and could always tell them apart. One evening I was waiting for her in the local pub, when in walked her sister Diane. She walked straight to me and kissed me pretty much as Denise would have and our friends sat around us assumed that she was Denise. We had a few drinks and decided to go for a walk if you catch my drift. Not far away was a blind alley where I lead her up to the end. There was a ledge around the bottom of the building, and she stood on that. After kissing for a while, she let me open her blouse and fondle her tits. It wasn’t long before her knickers and tights were around her ankles as we had a knee trembler against the wall. After around ten minutes she stepped off the ledge and turned her back on me placed her hands on the wall and told me to do her from the back. I was only too happy to oblige. I walked her home afterwards and after kissing her good night, I said. “Good night Diane.” She looked a bit surprised and asked. “When did you realise that I wasn’t Denise?” “As soon as you walked into the pub.” I replied. She went in laughing and called over her shoulder. “Just you wait until I tell Denise was has happened, she is not going to be happy with you.” The following night I was sat in the same seat when Denise walked in, straight over to me and slapped me across the face, before swearing at me a few times. “What’s your problem?” I asked. “You did send her to fill in for you, didn’t you?” “I didn’t think you would realise that it wasn’t me though. “I’m sorry but I don’t see why that is my fault.” She swore some more and left. Everyone in the room was laughing now. The next night Diane turned up again and came over and kissed me. Now we both know, what was what, but no one else did. So latter on it was back up the ally for a go up her alley. Afterwards she didn’t want me to walk her home as she had not told her sister what she was up to. “Don’t expect this to happen again, it was strictly a one off.” Years later I went into a restaurant and Denise was the waitress. “Hello Denise” I greeted her. “Well done with knowing which one I was after all this time.” She replied. “But then you could always tell us apart couldn’t you.