I giggled, loving how it felt, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Quickly, I kissed my way down, then closed my mouth around his balls as I stroked... the cock above. Mmmm, yet another new sensation I knew I would have experience again and again and again!"Holy fuck!" Digging his hands into my hair, the guitarist yanked me even closer. "For a goddamned virgin, this little sissy's a fast learner!"The others laughed, then laughed even harder to see me blush. I was so excited, so proud of my sissy. We were talking about anything and everything, sexual fantasies even (hey, we are already adults). On one of our dates, we decided to go to the beach because we once talked about wanting to see which one of us swims better. It was actually perfect because her family owns a beach house in Bataan and she had been bragging on how beautiful and untouched the beach was.Anyway, we went to their beach house for an overnight stay. Of course we brought alcohol and cards and videoke. We drank and talked. She had to get it over with. So she sat there, in her bare, wall-to-wall whitewashed apartment. The night sky cast a grey shadow over the vacant room. She wished she had her things, her mother’s things from New Orleans. She leaned back against the living room wall, her mind racing with at least three million thoughts at once. She had a migraine by sunrise, but was happy to see the sun. It had been a horrible, sleepless night, one of the longest of her life, and she was thankful it was finally. "I stammered, "Funny he has not even mentioned you before."Dad spoke up and said, "I know this is sudden, but I met Veronica on my trip and we hit it off immediately, and both being widowed, we found a natural bond."The rest of the evening was spent making small talk with me saying little. I was still in a state of shock. Nothing was said about the circumstances or events when they walked in on me earlier.Later that evening while I lie in my bed slowly stroking my cock, I had not cum earlier.