He was a very diligent type who rarely engaged in small talk. The only truthful thing I knew about him was that his sister Jane had wanked him off, so...he had an interest in sex at least. "I'm worried about my sister," I said quickly getting onto the subject in hand as Jane's brother Peter made me feel a little uneasy. As ever he was dressed as a Goth in black with the obligatory make-up and spiked black hair."So how can I help you?" he slovenly replied barley dragging the words out of his. There are washers and dryers in the apartment building so we took everything downstairs and threw them in the washers. She told me that I could go back up and she would stay there and put the stuff in the dryer. It might be a while since only one dryer was operational. Two of the three had been out for the last week and the building super hadn’t gotten them fixed yet. Well, an hour later my mom came back up with a load of wet clothes. She told me that the third dryer had gone out with a load. Right at midnight, the lights in the room turned on signaling the end of the reception. We all said our good byes to the bride and groom and headed outside to grab a can back to our hotel. When we got back to our room, we cracked open one last beer and began getting ready for bed as we talked and recapped the fun night we had; telling stories about everything that had just happened as if we all hadn't just witnessed it!An hour later, we were turning off the lights and crawling into bed. I was. Her low moans were the music to me, and my baton was wanting to do the conducting.Her smooth stomach was the most sensitive across her c-section scar. Her hands shoved my head lower, toward the patch of thin, light hair… “She’s a true blonde,” was the only thought that crossed my mind. And there it was…My lips and tongue went directly to work on labia and clit. I slipped a finger into her hole and was surprised to find it as tight as it was. It took a little time to get the second one worked.