“You’ve had yours now you give me mine. Remember son it’s only fair that if a woman gives you and orgasm you should give one back.”Now I have...to admit eating a woman out had never featured as a fantasy in the last year or so, but I knew this was not something she would let me get away with so I looked at her pubic mound, noticing that the hair was sparse there, and that there was a faint aroma coming from her. It was definitely not unpleasant. In fact I was already beginning to get hard. The collar came up to my neck as the rest of the fabric exposed my bare chest. Dustin enclosed his lips onto my nipple and licked. He pulled away and blew cold air onto the damp nub.My back arched in pleasure as he worked on the other one. He did the same but licked and blew slower. He bit down on my zipper and slowly pulled it down. Taking off my sweater, Dustin licked his way up to my neck. A low growl coming from neither of us stopped us. I looked behind me and saw Alecks, without a shirt. “You see,” she began “this was my room, but when I saw you last night you looked so worn out and ill, that I decided to let you have it. You certainly looked like you needed a bed more than me!”“I don’t understand,” said Robert “this room had been booked for me.”She smiled, “From what James the bar man told me, when you hadn’t arrived at six someone on reception fouled up, and re booked it out. I don’t think there was a spare hotel room available anywhere in London last night, what with airline. She seemed to have quite a respectable figure, hersmall waist accentuating the tight fit of the dress over her bust with agood bum and hip combination which did my imagination no harm at all. Shewas wearing the then obligatory silk Paisley headscarf and fitted nylonglovesHer mother, on the other hand, was dressed in a very fitting tweed suitwith a long-sleeved jacket closely buttoned above a knee-length pencilskirt and her own stilettos. She was also wearing a similar silk scarfand gloves. I.