.. we should probably make sure.” She turned to me.“Aaron, sniff her fingers please.”“Yes, Ma’am.” Hardly one of my least pleasant tasks. ...melia stuck her hand out and I held it by the wrist. I leaned over and inhaled deeply. Her scent was strong and intoxicating. “Yep, I’m sure,” I commented.“Hmmm...” Jess said, finger on her chin. “I’m still not convinced. Taste them, too.”Everyone watched as I took Amelia’s index and middle fingers into my mouth. Yep, I could taste her juices as well. I. ” i knew where this was going so i said fine i would bring it round to her place after work. it was on my way home anyway. She lived in one of a long terrace of houses, i parked up and retreived the large box containing the main base unit and went and knocked on her front door. the door opened it was off the latch. I stepped inside and called out “Hello.........Computer guy!” god that sounded lame! “Up here” she replied “Come on up” closing the door with a foot i lumbered up the stairs with the. ...we paused. It suddenly hit both of us what we were about to do. I don't remember our exact words but they might as well have both been "I've never done something like this....but always fantasized of it....when in Vegas..." We kissed some more and she was a really good kisser. I moved to her neck, to her earlobe, kissing softly but occasionally getting more aggressive with a bit of light biting. She loved it and returned the favor. Before long i had her bra off and was massaging her breasts. "She had by now adjusted to the motion, but the steep climb took her breath away, and then she felt the weight of her body against the restraining harness and the world was upside-down."—Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God!" she heard herself say. It was like being back on that roller-coaster: only in slow motion. "Bloody Hell, Honey—can we do it again?" Alan laughed at her obvious excitement; making her this happy was all he wanted to do."I'll try—but only if you promise to have a go at the.