“You going to do it? Or are you chicken?” Harrison stood up from the bed and began to take all of his clothes off, but stopped. He then exited the... room. She was afraid that she had freaked him out and he couldn’t handle it, but he soon came back and locked the door behind him. “Are you sure?” He asked her, worry on his face. He did not want to do something to her that she was going to hate and then get in trouble with her folks. “Take off your clothes already,” she smiled, as she began to. "You may stay here for a day or so," he told John, "but after that, they will want you back." John nodded briefly. "But now," he sighed, "the Englishman wants to talk to you. Be, ah, careful about what you say. Chernagovka will sit in, just in case, ok?" John nodded again."Call me Ryan," the Englishman said, upbeat. "Well done. It's been a very worthwhile exercise, I think." John was silent. He merely looked up and managed a weak smile. "Tell me," he continued, "I'm curious. Are you English?". " Don't try and sweet talk me now after what you did with your own sister." Shit, I wasn't totally out of the dog house. My normally sweet and demure wife reached for my cock and gave it a tug that nearly sent me sprawling onto the floor. As she pumped her fist up and down it's length she told me that I was to answer the door totally nude and as if nothing was up giving my sister a lusty greeting and then Diane would take it from there.My sister must have flown over as I was just getting into. I looked down at her and found her eyes looking straight into mine. As my come shot across her tongue and into her open mouth, she smiled slightly and never took her eyes off mine. She slowly squeezed the remaining come from my cock and let it drip into her mouth from her fingers.We held each other in the cool breeze, reveling in the beautiful exchange we had just experienced. I expected her to put her dress back on and rejoin the party, but instead she again started to slowly kiss me. The.