"OK Jamie get it together" I said out loud to myself "Sarah is practically your sister and you can't think this way. You have had your weird little mo...ent, now move on and forget about it." After my little word with myself, I drifted off to sleep.The next morning I woke up, the horny urge was back and the normal morning wood was in full flow. "Fuck sake" I muttered "I have to sort this out" and I knew just the plan. I was going to head out tonight and try and hook up with a girl, fuck this. I also found that I gravitated to older white guys with white, or greying hair, they seemed to be more vocal and apreciative of a wet sloppy blow job. When I came in that day there were four or five guys standing around talking about something or other, they looked over at me when I entered into the booth area. I made eye contact with a gentleman with snow white hair, and only the slightest of nod in recognition as I passed them and went to a booth at the end of the row. It didn;t take. So it was awkward to ask her for it.But I thought, instead of asking the shop owner, who was a very good friend, it would be better if I ask her for it. So, I went to the shop. About her, she was about 24-25 years old. She had short height and dusky yet glowing complexion. She had worn a blue colored Punjabi dress with a matching dupatta. As I had seen her from so close for the first time, I noticed she has boobs quite curvy. She was busty and seemed to know how to flaunt her curves well. She. Was this truly her? Or was she just intoxicated by a new city?Quickly she fell into a deep, well-deserved sleep. But a few hours later she suddenly awoke panting hard, her forehead dripping with sweat. Confused and disorientated she looked around the room. Just then a surge of electricity coursed through her body, sending tingles to every nerve ending imaginable. A huge ripple of pleasure raced through her as a wave of dampness spread from between her thighs. Ripping back the covers she saw a.