The conversation was threatening to take a little nap, until my sister gave me a poke. "Should I maybe pack another one?" Her eyes danced for me in th...e fire light."Permit me the honors." I dug down in my pocket. "Have a nice taste of this." Sharon gave a little squeal as I fished out, um, my canoe. "How lovely!" she gushed. I flipped open the top and held it over. "Have a whiff." She bent her nose down to take in the bouquet, and then she sat bolt upright. "Dayum." It's funny," I said as I. After a few minutes of kissing and jerking each other, I broke his kiss and did something I wanted to do ever since I first fantasized about male sex. I surrendered to him completely and let my feminine side out, completely out.I slowly sank to my knees and came face to face with the massive head of his throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it a few times then stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. His precum was hot and wet with a musky taste and the smell was beautiful. I. We'd almost finished when, as if on cue, Emma's phone rang and shesighed."It's mom." Ohh, put it on speaker," Josie giggled, but Emma glanced my way andshook her head.She pressed the 'accept' button. "Hi, mom.Yes, I knew Opie was going to see you today.Yes.Yes.Yes, I know.Yes, I have seen him.Mom, Opie is living as a man. The proper pronoun is 'he.'Well, what you think and what is appropriate are not the same thing inthis situation.Well, did he explain how this all came about through work?So,. I was stunned hearing her decision. She was serious. Women in Nordic countries are independent and strong. I respected her decision. When she saw my downcast face she hugged me, kissed me and said that the next day after 10 am I can nurse at her breasts. We spent the next four hours seeing the TV and telling about each others life. The next day morning we had breakfast together. When she saw me looking at the watch she laughed and said, “I know you want mommy’s breast. You can milk me after.