At night we watched TV. While sitting on the sofa, she leaned on to me. I had an electric shock. My junior throbbed. I hid it and slept off on the sof...a. Then the next day was Saturday. As soon as I woke up, I saw Anjana in hot yoga bra and shorts. I told her that I didn’t know she did yoga.She told me it was just to stay fit. We had our breakfast. Talked a lot. Then I was just lazy so was she we thought to stay in the flat. Then watched some TV. We decided to have lunch outside. As I got ready. I’m bisexual myself. I’ve dated both women and men, so I could care less if my cousin is queer. However, the way she lives, the way she treats people, all that stuns me. I can’t deal with that kind of madness, man. I think Sharon is a sociopath. I used to think all sociopaths were smart, ambitious and ruthlessly driven. I thought all sociopaths wanted to rule the world. Like Adolf Hitler, Margaret Thatcher or Stalin. As it turns out, I was wrong. Some sociopaths are perfectly content to sit. It would be easiest to feed Karrina from a source she could maneuver."I'm her partner."Becca stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped existing for the briefest of moments before she slid her cool mask back into place and held her wrist to Karrina's mouth.The girlfriend didn't miss a thing. "Not that kind of partner, sweetie," she whispered. "They're in the FBI."Dana gave one of those one-syllable laughs like "heh" and shook her head. "You thought I meant... no. One psychopath is enough for. I switched up my technique, narrowing my tongue to slide in between her lips. I was curling it and poking a little way into her pussy, and then sliding up and swirling around her clitoris. I brought a thumb in to start fingering her pussy, while I brought my mouth down to her anus. I started with flat strokes again, sweeping across her rose bud. Then I used the tip to tease it, but it was far too tight to penetrate with my tongue. After a few minutes, I brought my head up to see how Sandy was.