Life was good.Life was even better when Tracy moved down to take his now soft symbol of manhood into hand and mouth. Mel loved this, having Tracy clea... him, lick and suck down their intermingled fluids, swallowing their combined cum and making him hard again. Tracy seemed to enjoy giving Mel a long slow deep throat of his cock, slowly tempting his balls to re-energize, coaxing his cock to throb in need before finally exploding into her mouth. It was amazing how Tracy could hold it all, suck out. She was 25 years old, had got married two years back, and her husband worked in an IT company. He had gone out of station for the week on a business trip. She was quite bored staying alone and asked about me.When I said I was 21 and studying final year, she was surprised saying I look like only 16-17 years old and if we are just 4 years apart, I should no longer call her aunty. So I started calling her Maya.We kept talking like good friends for about an hour and around 5 pm, the baby woke up. I recovered at length, but into a state of stupefaction and despair, that threatened me with the loss of my senses, and a mad house.Time, however, that great comforter in ordinary, began to assuage the violence of my suffering, and to numb my feeling of them. My health returned to me, though I still retained an air of grief, dejection, and languor, which taking off from the ruddiness of my country complexion, rendered it rather more delicate and affecting.The landlady had all this while. They know how devoted you are to me. It will not seem odd if I am with you. We are all each other has anymore around here. I am not giving you up over that.”He had placed his hands lightly on my upper arms. We were staring at each others eyes and I quickly looked away. I knew he saw it... he knew I loved him and he saw me almost break. “Please Michael... please don't make me... I can't give in to this.” I said pleading.“Can't give into what? Love... happiness... devotion... and an end to both.