“I tasted my own cum from his tongue!” Christy whispered, “Then he pushed two fingers inside me and collected some of my cum and, he licked his ...fingers before I kissed him.”“Perfect!” I whispered, “Were you in the bed?”“No, I was on top of the bed, I never saw or touched his cock,” Christy said softly, “You’ll never guess what he did then.”“What babe?”“He took my hand and moved it to my pussy; he got my finger and pushed it in!” Christy panted, “I had my own finger inside my soaking pussy! He. That and we played cards after everyone else went to bed but I don't see why he would have seen us as a couple for that." I don't either. The only thing I can come up with is he's been talking with your family and he extrapolated our connection from them and us working in the kitchen." Like I said, Rob, I need to digest all this so I want to let it go, at least for tonight. On a separate matter, I didn't thank you properly for cooking the steaks last night. It was very nice of you, my dad was. I had no organized plan for how to deliver this news, and Dawn wasn't really directing me with questions. I'd told her DJ was pregnant, told her we were keeping the baby, and told her I would be a father to my child. But I hadn't told her how much I still cared about her, how much I sincerely hoped the best for her future, and how sorry I was that things wouldn't be working out quite the way we might have thought.I never got the chance to tell her those things, not tonight. Dawn hung up on me. “Your back is so tense,” he said between kisses.“I know,” I said. “It’s been a long week.”“Then let me take care of it,” he said.“What do you mean?” I asked.“Trust me,” he said. He pulled my shirt off and threw it aside. Then he reached for a cabinet and grabbed a jar of massage oil. “Here, lie down.”I did as I was told. The couch was surprisingly comfortable. This wasn’t cheap student furniture like what I was used to; it was a fancy leather sectional with a very nice throw. Gabe didn’t.