..okay, but don't get too dirty again, willyou... promise?" Heck no. I don't promise anything, except to behonest. Where can you get a better deal tha... a promise ofhonesty? The truth can't hurt you, you know." I wasshamelessly playing on her sense of morality and fair play,trying to suggest that what she had to talk about wasprobably just as "dirty" as my stuff. (*I* didn't evenbelieve that.)Still pulling on the button, "Okay, little brother."Then smiling, "I do trust you."Mentally rubbing my. And it's fine. Everyone'sgoing to know, sooner or later. Once your tits come in, there will be nohiding it."My ... tits?"Oh, don't tell me you didn't know that I was feeding your hormones inyour food, girlfriend," Darla said. "All sissies want boobies, don'tthey? All sissies clean house, and all sissies wear lipstick, and allsissies such cock."Greg was watching the two of us as if he were at a tennis match, hishead turning with every word either of us would say. But when Darla saidthat sissies. I was nervous as hell at this point, wishing I had backed out. But he had my address and I couldn’t just leave him outside.I went out and met him and quickly led him inside. I offered him a drink and he obliged, then I led him down to my bedroom.My room had a small couch in it, so he sat in that while I sad on the bed. It was around 10:30 at night, and the news was on the television. He was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I was wearing jeans. He was a good-looking guy, in shape, a bit. He tasted good as I sank down over his cock with my lips. The taste of his pre cum was good as I went ever deeper bobbing my head in time to the groans coming from the movie.Suddenly he groaned as he shot stream after stream of his cum in my mouth, I looked up at him with a smile while making sure he could see I didn’t miss a drop. He groaned so hard it was louder than the movie!I got off my knees and sat back down before the guy whispered thanks and left. As I tried to compose myself while.