I was infatuated with my sister-in-law who, at 25, was a lot older than me in my eyes and therefore, much more experienced. Right now I was peeking ou...t of my bedroom window to the garden below where she was stretched out on the sun lounger dressed in a vivid purple bikini, laying on her back and wearing dark sunglasses. I admired her smooth body, her flat stomach, the way her full breasts strained the soft material holding them in, the way the fabric of her bottoms disappeared down in between. "In future, forget the underpants." she told me, "you'll not wear them. They constrict your balls and affect your sperm production. No, just wank yourself for me. I want to see you erect and I want to judge your sperm capacity."I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me despite myself. Also she turned her legs towards me and the sight of her sheer nylon clad legs and her short tailored business skirt were very attractive. My erection was very firm."You have a. We were soon joined by a group ofpeople from all walks of life. Several large bulky males sat alonethroughout the room, and there were more than 12 other women of allshapes, sizes and body types seated around us as well. We seemed to bethe only people here as a couple.After a short time, a very busty lady dressed more or less in atraditional milkmaid uniform with the HuMooToo logo stepped up to thelectern in the front of the room. She spoke. "Greeting's applicants! I amAmelia Thorpe, or Miss. "East Lancs," said Hendrick, "Aces low old boy."Marchingdon was aghast, "I challenge you!" he said trying to draw an imaginary sword."Pipe down you fool," father said, "Hendrick, be a good chap and fetch the wench." Indeed," he beamed.Sarah scowled at us as we waited, "You summoned me father?" she declared."Yes thing is," he said."Marchington wagered your honour and lost!" father laughed."My honour, lost to you, I would rather die," she said disdainfully."In lieu of his house, would you see.