As we started our first song, she seemed to just stare at me and none of the other guys. Maybe my fly was open, who knows.As the crowd got into our mu...sic, couples began to fill the floor. I watched this girl get hit on by Gawd knows how many guys, but she just waved them off and kept her eyes on me or my fingers flying over my guitar neck. After an hour, we told the crowd it was break time and launched into our break song. Three minutes later, I set my bass in its stand and walked backstage for. Then she quickly composed herself and burst into giggles, and threw the condom at him. "Gross! Here, have fun!" She closed the door, but kept staring ahead, thinking. "What did he do?" I asked."Oh, he pulled his thing out and wagged it at me. He's so immature," she said. She said it dismissively, but it was obvious it had an impact on her.I waited a second, then asked. "Is he big?"She paused for a brief second. "Oh, I wasn't paying that much attention," she said, but it was obvious that she was. You really don't need to beembarrassed by what you want to wear. Lots of women are okay with menwearing panties, or even a bra. I know the friends I have talked toabout buying you a bra didn't seem bothered at all." You told some of your friends about buying me a bra!" I was shocked."Of course I did dear," she replied very calmly. "Girls always talkabout their husbands and boyfriends. You remember that I talked to youabout my ex-husband when we first became friends. I told you all aboutour. " Tool? I thought, oh, that's what she calls a dick. I turned so my tool was near her face. She took it into her mouth and I dove into a sweet and sour taste. When I questioned her later about her unique taste she told me she regularly rinsed with vinegar. I told her I loved it. "So like my husband," she commented. When I felt the first hint that I was about to cum, I told her. She took my dick out of her mouth but continued to gently stroke it. I kept eating her pussy and she began to.