He looked at me quizzically. I challenged Taz: if he would walk back (which involved crossing a pretty major road) in his (rather 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, only fair right?Taz was. Kristin, her name tag said. She was about 5' 10" with a frame on the slender to average side, thoughnot without amazing curves. She looked to be in her late twenties, likeTony, and had long black hair that she wore up that day. The darkness ofher hair was contrasted by the milky complexion of her skin and her azurecolored eyes. Tony blushed a deep crimson in the light of such agorgeous woman. He was overcome by guilt and embarrassment. Had he justbeen caught looking at adult diapers by. Let me assure you that my relationship with my sister was more platonic than physical because we both were somewhat religious-minded and took the law of the church in consideration when temptation was strong enough to make us both reflect of the possibility of mutual pleasure. Of course, we took our baths together but I acted with reputable discretion at all times and avoid even the suspicion of sexual gratification. Sometimes, when we cuddled or spooned, I might suffer an unavoidable spurt of. I picked her up and we went to a pub close by where we both lived. I think I had known for a little while that this good thing was coming to an end. Her reasons still surprised me though. ‘Sven, this is difficult,’ Maggie said. Her words are engraved in my brain even now, thirty-five years on. ‘As you know, my other hobby is motor racing.’ This was true, and I did know that. Maggie went on, ‘Well, I’m getting married this weekend, to a racing driver, he’s my age, and, well–‘ She really didn’t.