Kanya and Lawan had come to Britain with their mother, when she married a British man. They’d been in their house about five years before I moved into the house that backed onto theirs. They were now attending university but regularly came back home to relax and get work done.
Ever since we’d moved in I’d been able to see the girls showering in the bathroom and even through the frosted glass I could tell they had beautiful bodies and perfect tits. I’d been getting to know them, Kanya and Lawan, over the past few months when we were both out in our back gardens. We got friendly and soon I was heading over to hang out at their house when their parents were out.
They both turned out to be quite cheeky and brilliantly foul-mouthed! It was very easy to feel comfortable hanging out with them. We used to laugh about how their dad talked to their mum. He was so stupidly patronising to her and used to speak in broken English to her, presumably believing she would find this easy to understand. We used to love laughing at the time I overheard him in the garden saying “You know how I say I like gooseberry, size of grape?” It became a running joke.