I went out to the pool and found Yann and the angels swimming."I thought you two had school." I said.They stopped swimming and looked at each other."T...ere was a slight snag." Yann said. "Apparently, they were never actually admitted to the school." Slight snag?" That sounded like a major crisis to me."We have a call into the Austrian Consulate." Yann told me. "Someone's supposed to call us back. In the meantime, we thought it might be safer if the twins just stayed here until we figured out. The best part is the punishment of the loser. Let’s begin…I was once dating a chick who was pretty tall and we had a lot of arguments. She was a little tom-boyish in nature. She was around 5’10” and with a decent figure 32-30-34. We used to arm wrestle sometimes to settle arguments. One day she told me she had seen something on the Internet and wanted to try it. I asked her what was it about. She said it’s called mixed wrestling and the winner gets to punish the loser. She gave a wicked smile. He came over and started sniffing around and licking here and there. Harley retrieved a zip lock bag and pulled a wad of toilet paper out. He extended it to Elvis who went berserk, sniffing and licking it. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Harley told me to start stroking Elvis’s cock, which was starting to come out of its sheath. Now keep jacking him off and push the skin back over his knot. I was beginning to get some feelings of desire with this hard, red, angry cock in my hand. But. I was about half way there when the doubts started kicking in. I wasn't what you'd call sexually experienced, although I wasn't a virgin either. I was used to the old ladies along the street, teasing me, trying - and succeeding - to make me blush. What if Joyce was only teasing? What if she wasn't, but was expecting me to be some kind of super-stud? These thoughts and many more plagued me on that short walk to her door. I stopped just as I was about to knock, fully intending to turn around and.