It was obviously a reasonably sized cock by the stream of piss. He saw me looking and deliberately turned so as I could get a better look. I could see...that he was above average in girth and even though was still reasonably flaccid he was probably about 8” in length.I asked him about the view in the bar and he smiled and I noticed his cock twitch. It was obvious he liked what he saw. I told him to go and sit next to my wife and he could get as friendly as he liked. He left the toilet and went. The feeling in his stomach was a little like the feeling he got in either situation. He felt down between his legs at the hard-on in his pants and thought that it must be a little of both, but more excitement than nervousness. He drove on and thought about what the next few days might bring. He felt the wet spot in his underwear where his hard cock leaked and again rubbed his crotch. In the seat behind him lay a suitcase with his clothes, and another bag that was full of toys. He smiled, turned. He started lifting his upper part of the body. He moaned my name out loud. He said he was gonna cum. I asked him to cum on my tits. In a few seconds after stroking and sucking him hard, he spurted his load on my cleavage. I licked some of his cum with my fingers.After a quick clean-up, he was still hard and we started our round 2 without much gap. It was his turn now. Before I uttered a word, he pinned me down on the bed. He made me nude, stretched my legs wide open and started licking my leaky. But, and I must emphasise this point, there was never, ever any sexual activity between us. We both talked about our sexual escapades with others but never thought to experiment with each other. The taboo of incest was a powerful deterrent to even thinking of such a thing.On the other hand, if I’m totally truthful, I did spy on my sister on several occasions when the opportunity arose. I recall breathlessly peeping through a crack in a carelessly closed bathroom or bedroom door. My sister would.