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 ...t on me again and again. At least, he'd be pleased. Mirth welled up inside me. A happy demon. What an oxymoron. None of them were ever happy. They didn't know a mother's kiss or a sweet smelling flower on a summer morning. They were angry and bitter consumed by hatred. They made their choice like I had made mine. John the demon, who would have. Even though she swears she has no interest in being with another woman based on her obvious enjoyment when watching girl on girl porn plus how excited she gets when I kiss her after going down on her I know she's not being honest about this.I then gently kissed and licked her slit, tongued her puss and ass, stuck a couple of fingers in her soaking wet sex and then raised my drenched fingers to her mouth and told her to suck her juices off them. By now, she was ready to attack me but I said she. From her perspective, she could see the back of her roommate's body, knelt down on the tiled floor as the delivery guy was leaning back against the dining table. He had his hand on the back of her head, coxing his cock in and out of her hungry mouth as she hungrily slurped and gobbled and sucked on it. He hadn't even removed his bike helmet, his face was hidden behind the dark visor.He had on a black and white leather motorbiking jacket, and his black leather motorbike pants were down around. "That surf club is less than fifty meters from where I'm living and I thought it would be rude if I didn't go and have a beer. So I threw on some clothes and wandered over the road.I walked in and could pick Matt out straight away and he saw me. Hugs like old mates. I hadn't met his new wife, Lisa before, and again Matt chose a smoking hot wife (brunette this time instead of the Norwegian blonde). It was just like old times and Matt was telling embarrassing stories about me that I had honestly.