"It seemed unreal that we could spend the evening as we did mostevenings; chatting about work and what was happening in the world. But,that's what we ...did. We ate the food and then finished the bottle of wineon front of the TV watching something on Netflix, I can't even rememberwhat was it was. Sarah put her arms around me and we cuddled on thesofa. My mind was whirling with what had happened, and what was tohappen tomorrow. I was still unsure about Sandy meeting Sarah, but Icouldn't back out. They are lonesome now. The only reminders of them are small stone piles at the base of hills or mountains that men that walked before us put there as an homage to the god. But, as time passed, they were forgotten and they wait. They wait until that time that someone will worship them again. Like the dust devil we just saw pirouetting across the desert floor. That was a lonesome god too, looking for his place among the worshipers.”“Is that what you believe? Do you think there are all of. “I know,” she whispered, “I came a little bit just thinking about it. But there’s more. Once my mouth is full of his cum and he’s softening, I carefully pull my lips away and let him go, but there’s always those last few drops for me to squeeze out onto my tongue. Then I like to swish his juice around to savor it before I swallow. When there’s time, like we had today, I really like to hold the cock in my mouth until it relaxes completely, just to say thanks for giving me your cum. I hate to. I nervously looked up to make sure that I didn't scream or moan or do anything else to attract attention, and then quickly dismounted the couch.I looked down at my boxer shorts, and sure enough, I had soaked through both my panties and the boxers. Oops. I guess I should have known that would have happened. I quickly moved over to the kitchen and sat down at the table just as Dana was coming back in. She looked at me as if to say, "Well, how was it?" and I just gave her a huge grin. "I told ya,.