As the door closes, your arm leaves mine and I am left in the darkness, alone, though I can hear you moving around. I suddenly feel a pull on my colla... and a weight settle, I think it must be a leash and when you tug on it I'm sure of it. I step forward each step confident as I know you'll never lead me wrong. You stop me and I think you must have tied my leash to something high as I can't lower my head or move my neck. Slowly you unzip me, kissing each inch that you unveil. The dress is. "Then how about this?" she said, lowering her head to my crotch, capturing my helmet with her lips."Ohhhh, fuck!" I whispered as I watched her head bob up and down, slobbering all over my cock. I caught myself lifting my hips, trying to fit more of me in her mouth. "Sis! We need to stop this. It's wrong!"Lifting her face off my member, she whispered, "Does it feel wrong, Robby?" No. but ..."Pulling her panties off me, she stuffed them in my mouth."Then, shut up and let me finish. We have the. People often told me I got my looks from her, right down to the opal-green eyes and platinum blond hair."You sure you'll be okay here all alone?" Mum asked as I passed a well-packed hamper through to the back seat, "I'll be gone for more than a week this time." Always the sceptic in matters of the heart, she was fretting that I'd be the victim of a home invasion or something while she was off spending Easter at Aunt Lizzie's."I'll be fine," I replied for the umpteenth time, straightening my. Her name was Michaela and she was probably the most attractive black woman I’d ever seen. She was about 24, light skin, with long natural hair with naturally hazel eyes. Her small B cup chest fit her very well. She was wearing Capri pants that were a bit too tight for her posterior. She was one of those women that didn’t need to wear makeup because her skin tone was perfect. I walked up to her and asked her if she could fit me and that I wasn’t sure what size I wore. I also told her I was a bit.