‘I didn’t see you!’ ‘I noticed,’ Rob said, smiling. ‘Would you like a hand with that?’ ‘I sure could use it, thanks! My name’s Ama...nda, by the way.’ She stuck out her hand, and Rob shook it. Amanda looked at her key, ‘number 6, it’s down that way, I think.’ While Amanda led the way down the hall, Rob looked her over. She had long, strawberry blonde hair, was about 5’6′, and had nicely curved hips and a firm-looking ass. Amanda stopped at room number 6, and turned toward Rob. ‘Well, I guess. I even have started being more discrete in securing a partner for sexual romps. I place an ad in one of the many male hook up spots and in time receive a reply and invite to come to a home and pleasure the guy. I arrived at the appointed time and entered the home with my small bag of accouterments. You know, lube, condoms and my small bottle of 'Poppers'. Once in the bedroom and stripped of my clothes I took small sniff of the bottle and was ready for the task that was before me. I knelt before. I’d overheard a few conversations between my sister and Aaron - a part of me wondered if he was deliberately goading her. He kept saying stuff like “Well yeah, but your sister’s been doing tongue exercises, so it’s not really fair to compare...”I’d started going into work less and less. They were getting a bit pissed about it, but frankly, I didn’t have the time. I was waking up each morning, going down on Aaron for at least an hour (I kept finding more instructional guides online - I knew that. God, it felt good. ‘Open your legs!’ I ordered as I pulled at the seam of her knickers, tearing them and letting her wet panties slip down her leg. My fingers began to stroke her pussy lips, slipping easily between them, they were slick, hot and puffy, just the way I liked them. I pushed two fingers inside her, wiggled them around and then pulled them back out, so that I could suck and taste her juices from my slippery digits. Oh that sweet tang! I had to have more. ‘Lie back, I want to eat.