I decided to ask her mother in the morning and went back to my story. It wasn’t long before I was ready for sleep and turned over, switched my table... and my light off and closed my eyes.As I sat down to breakfast the following morning I asked my Dad if he’d do me a favour.“What is it son?” He asked.“It’s Cal’s birthday this weekend and I’d like to get her something special. I know she really, really loves Birgit Nilsson, and there’s an autobiography of her on Amazon I’d like to buy her, but I. I’m not perfect.”“Yes you are.”“Whatever. It’s still not easy for us girls.”“You think it was petty?”“I wouldn’t put it past the asshole. You want to talk to her? She’s a fan.”“Wait. Are you going to invite her over?”“Maybe. She is cute,” she giggled. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind meeting you.”Meaning yes, and probably the woman had some issues. An asshole editor the latest.“Sure,” he said.“Uh, hi,” he heard. Shy and nervous.“Heard you’re having a bad day.”“I was until Cheryl ... I’m surprised. She went from sighs to moans as I applied pressure. I kissed her, and then moved to wash her legs. As my fingers left her vulva she hissed, “You bastard!” I just smiled and finished. We rinsed off, I shut off the shower and opened the door, leading her to the bed.Even being somewhat inexperienced, I knew that she was ready, so I pushed her on her back, knelt between her legs, and started to push my dick into her waiting pussy. She sighed as a slid all the way in. I stopped and just stayed. I knew I had always wanted to suck another man's cock, just from the descriptions I had read as a horny teenager. And as I took his short, plump shaft between my fingers, delighting in the heat it emanated on this cold day, and slowly rolled down his foreskin to reveal a fat, pink head, I was left in no doubt that I was going to realise my ambition. I closed my eyes and gently lapped all around his glans, circling my tongue over and around his meatus, enveloping just the tip with my lips. I was.