Well I’m here to tell you about “Sister-Swapping.” Very few even know about it and even fewer do it. I don’t know if I actually invented it or...not but I sure started it in my area.It all started a couple of years back when both of my parents were killed in a freak accident. I was nineteen years old and in charge of my four younger sisters. I had a banker, a lawyer, a doctor, and a schoolteacher on my advisory board, however I made all the final decisions. The five of us had received many. The girls stared at him for a few seconds in silence as he shuffled in place on the sand, throwing punches and bobbing his head. "He's gonna win, you think?" asked Marcella."The other guy is supposed to be good too," said Lissa. "That's why there's so many people here. But Chico always wins." She looked around for the other fighter, then realized he was standing just a few feet away with his back to them. He was a tall, well-proportioned white guy with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, and. Balls of fire, lava andbrimstone sailed past me along with dark yellow clouds of sulfur. Theground was so far away at first that I couldn't make out any detailswhatsoever and then, right when I thought I was getting a handle onthings, the friction between the air and my skin got to such a velocitythat I spontaneously combusted.After that, I wasn't in much of a state to be noticing anything. All Iremember from that point onward was the one thought going through mymind over and over, why can't I. He had a nice cum: one huge spurt and then a steady and copious flow, pungent with sex. His ass muscles were flexing and his hips heaving. After he subsided, we stayed locked together for a while.It was not easy to pull away. So many of my senses were so fully engaged. I could smell his musk, sweat and sperm. My taste buds had been satiated with his cum: thin in texture, but pungent in taste. My throat had been stretched by his cock, my mouth was still full of him, his pubic hair was pressing.