I grabbed Taz’s shorts. He looked at me quizzically. I challenged Taz: if he would walk back (which involved crossing a pretty major road) in his (r...ther stretched) speedo I’d swallow his load. Taz wasn’t fazed at first, he knows I am OK with swallowing cum but I had something else in mind. If he chickened out and put his shorts on, I’d make him swallow my cum, and his own.I do not have the public confidence to do what I was asking Taz to do but if he did, I was happy to swallow my cum and his,. Time to shave my hot little pussy."Holding on his cock, I led him inside and up to my room. I had planned on this and had everything ready for him. Spread out on the side of my bed were hair clippers, shaving cream, and a safety razor. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs wide giving Jeff free access to my crotch. He started slowly, working the clippers closer and closer to my swollen vaginal lips. Holding the clippers body against them he let the soft vibrations travel through them to my. . AHHHH!”THWACK! I lost my temper and punched him in the face. His nose started to bleed, but he stayed remarkably calm. Seriously, I was impressed. I couldn’t have him bleeding out, so I grabbed his nose and squeezed it shut, to quell the bleeding. He panted for a minute or so and then changed tack, once we’d established he’d stopped dripping.“So ... You are a Christian?”“I’m an ATHEIST. Which I have to lie about here, because that’s the fucking death penalty right there. So I have to pretend. It couldn’t have been a dream. It was too real ... too continuous. “I touched and felt things. Making love to Kirsten and Candice wasn’t imaginary. It was real,” he thought to himself. “What now? What comes next?”The answer was not long in arriving. A doctor entered the room, a stethoscope hanging from his neck. He was no one Jesse knew.“Hello, Mr. Peterson,” he said with a friendly smile. “I’m glad to see you awake at last. How are you feeling?”“I don’t know,” Jesse answered honestly. “I’m.