I am afraid that it will be traumatic for the girl. Lillian continues to give a nice massage to the girl's temples. I am ever so slowly working in and...out. Ann's face doesn't change but her hips are rocking with me a bit. She is getting a rhythm. I kiss her forehead and ask: Are you OK?Better than OK Sir.You like this?I didn't when you started, but it's good now.I know this is a dumb question, but it is what I asked. May I kiss you?Yes.I am stroking longer and evenly now as I go in for a kiss.. ..I am not female, so I can't ever know exactly,but compared to other males I am quite the diligent student offemininity. Some people might call me a sissy....but that is a label thatonly conveys a very small part of the story. After I tell you more aboutmyself you might find that I am indeed a sissy, but you will have abetter understanding of what that really means.I am 14 years old and the younger of two children. My father died when Iwas three and my sister, Amanda (who is 5 years older). "I..I can't. My girlfriend is waiting..." "Oh it won't take long," she replied calmly. "I really can't. I promised..." Lisa grabbed me and pulled my face to hers. "Let me ask you something baby," she whispered. "Have you ever had yourass licked before?" A few seconds later Lisa was leading me into the alleyway behind thegym, where her mini-van was parked. How could I resist? "Get in," she commanded, giving me a playful slap on the ass. I slid the heavy door open and climbed into the van. . After a few minutes of small talk, I told her I would get her bed ready in the guest room. She agreed. I finished putting clean sheets on the guest bed, and came down to let her know it was ready. As she tried to get up she lost her balance and fell to the floor, I ran over to help her up, and helped her rest of the way up the stairs. She could barely walk even with my help. We got the room and as I was about to close the door she asked if I could help her.I asked "how can I help I will be.