I could feel her wet saliva all over the shaft. I was meeting her bobbing head with my own small thrusts, rocking my hips back and forth. "Geetha! I'm...going to cum!!" I moaned. I felt my cum-sac welling up with my spunk. Shilpa moved her hand from my ass, and brought it round to cup my balls, she started to massage my tight sac, her nails digging into the skin as she took hold. "Uuughhhh!" was all I could say as my sticky white cum shot out the tip of my cock into Geetha's waiting mouth. I held. She kissed him,squeezed the bulge in his trousers,smiled and said ‘gotta go’, sliding into the bathroom and closing the door.Suddenly ,back in familiar surroundings alone he felt slightly nonplussed.’D’you wanna cuppa tea?’ he asked through the door...She giggled and said she’d love one.The kitchen was through the front room and he headed there to potter about with tea bags and so forth.He heard a rustling and she said from the lounge ‘Nice room’....’Thanks’ he said back.‘Yeah! I like to see. He respects both of us. He won’t breathe a word to anyone -- especially not to Karen.”She cuddled against me again. “I have to know -- what gave me away? Was it my hips? My shoulders?”“It was your hands. She has a man’s hands, he said.”“I knew it! My too-big hands.”“No. The shape of them. Your hands are like mine -- Your ring fingers are longer than your index fingers.”Mae examined her hand. “Len -- that’s the old 2D-4D fallacy. It’s an urban myth.”“Urban myth? Dad said it’s an example of. 357. Its silver frame reflected the bedroom lights. The Oak grips were polished to perfection. It would be so easy. I wouldn't have to look into her face, the face that loved me, knowing that I had hurt her.The peace, the darkness, called me. I shook my head. I couldn't do that to her. I had done enough. I wish my body was as immortal as my soul. I'd give the gun to TreFual and let him use it on me again and again. At least, he'd be pleased. Mirth welled up inside me. A happy demon. What an.