Every nerve ending in my body lit up like Fourth of July fireworks in the night sky. I think I actually vibrated all over for ten or fifteen seconds. ... had very conflicting thoughts about this. The primary one was familiar, because I'd had it before, back when Heather and I first started living together. I was quite sure that we could never pull it off, and that people would know something was going on between us. I mean a brother and sister living together isn't really any big deal, but I was. Blah blah blah. She emails me back,says thanks, and tells me she'll probably see me again.About a week later, she finds me on LinkedIn and emails me. We start a dialogue. I find out that she's smart and kind of funny in addition to being short - ha! She finds out that I also do the****utic massage, which is important because she hurt her knee. We decide to meet up and have dinner together. I'm actually not investing a hell of a lot of time or effort into this. I like emailing different people,. "Oh, let's go to one of the night spots, the quieter ones. I can't stand that awful noise they call music these days."Before her 'change' she had been into boy bands and girly bands and the inane repetitious lyrics that were sung to a jungle beat. These days she listened to Carol King, Nina Simone, and when she was moody it was Cassandra Wilson. My tastes are more wide ranging, stretching from early Led Zeppelin to Bruce Springsteen and from Miles Davis to Dave Brubek."Fine with me. I'll dress. I kneel behind her and tell her I am going to apply some lube. Spreading her ass cheeks with my hands, I dive forward and thrust my tongue into her puckered little ass-hole. Jill shrieks and tries to get up, but I am holding her firmly as my tongue wriggles around the entrance to her anus. Jill is half giggling and half squealing as I continue rimming her. The rest of the group is cheering me on. Eventually she forces herself far enough forward so I lose contact. Calling me every name under.