"Do not sleep yet, kind sir, I fear you are the last who can help me." As she drifts towards you with a commanding gaze. "Who I am is unimportant, and...explaining this in a way that would make any sense would take longer than we have." She kneels beside you, running her hand against your damaged torso with softness in her eyes... and something else, something black and fluid-like sliding under her flesh.Seeing your reaction brings pain to her face. "You can save me from this evil, and I can save. Mother stayed with us night and day. Daddy almost never left our side. Our love was the kind of love people write stories about."And then he came back to us. None of us knows why, how it was possible, or understands the first thing about how a soul could die in one body and wake up in another body, and how that person could be a sixteen year old boy, murdered by his father."I could tell you about that week for a year, and not cover all the emotions we went through trying to believe, disbelieve,. I could smell her musky sex, knowing just how turned on she was. I put my hands on her shoulders, moving up behind her. I put my mouth near her ear and whispered, "Do you want me to close the door Sara?" I waited for what seemed like ages. Finally, she nodded once, very slowly. As I reached forward and took her hand off the doorknob, she reached back and grasped my shaft, her fingers encircling it. I stepped forward to her left side and shut the door. I looked at her, waiting for her to look me. Jo mere pass he wahi tere pass he isme sharm kaisi…? Chal aaja sote he…Aur phir hum dono so gaye aur upper chaddar rakhli aur yaha waha ki baate hone lagi, wo baar baar mere badan ko chute, sehlate aur rub karte jisse muje aisi khushi hoti jo mene kabhi pehle feel nahi kit hi, so mene bhi unko ye sab karne diya. Phir baato baato me unhone apna ek hath mere pet ke upper aur navel ke thik niche rakha jaha meri frenchie ki strip aagayi thi aur waha pe phatak se hath sehlaya aur le liya, isse mere.