He looked at me quizzically. I challenged Taz: if he would walk back (which involved crossing a pretty major road) in his (rather stretched) speedo I�...��d swallow his load. Taz wasn’t fazed at first, he knows I am OK with swallowing cum but I had something else in mind. If he chickened out and put his shorts on, I’d make him swallow my cum, and his own.I do not have the public confidence to do what I was asking Taz to do but if he did, I was happy to swallow my cum and his, only fair right?Taz was. I told you that I wanted some sex. Not a one-man gang bang." Do I owe you an apology?" I asked."Don't you dare apologize!"I closed my eyes and sighed."Tess, remember when we first met? At the orphanage? I had a plan for educating the orphans. One place I don't have the wits for is sex education and training." I explained that education produced knowledge and training developed skill. "The textbooks are inadequate for the education part and they didn't address skills at all when I went to. I love my family very much and to say the least, I don't know how I ever became alright with the events that took place in the past 2 years. It was a Wednesday morning , my son Jeremy was eating breakfast, as I was getting ready for the work day and Larissa had a lunch shift at the local Cafe she had been working at so she was getting ready in the shower. My husband as always was sleeping, ha ha, he never gets up before 10am , so I'm caught doing the morning work, like breakfast and what not.. The younger man was kneeling before her naked husband, and the way Charles was holding the man’s head, it was obvious what was being done. The man, George, was equally naked, and his body gleamed in the low lighting. Charles’ head was thrown back in ecstasy; his breath ragged. Victoria, still dressed only in a pair of shoes and her cloak from her earlier ride in the park, felt her bare nipples harden and rub against the soft velvet of her cloak. She parted the garment and slipped her hand.