The soap had been washed away but I was still running my hands and fingers over every inch. Then there was a knock. I jumped out and wrapped myself in...a towel. The clock said 5:01. Shit! I'm late. I ran to the front door in nothing but my towel. There was an Eastern European woman standing there. I opened the door to let her in."Samantha?" I guess"She sighed, "You're still not ready."She walked in carrying a suitcase. She sat me down on the couch. Inside her bag was a kit for make up and hair.. He wondered if she was sexually aroused watching him masturbate himself today in the way that he was sexually excited when watching her masturbating herself yesterday. He wondered if she'd have sex with him today in the way that he wanted to have sex with her yesterday.In the way that he wished he could have rubbed his mother's naked, wet pussy while feeling her big, naked tits and fingering her erect nipples, he'd love for his mother to stroke his erect, naked prick. In the way he wished he. One hand touching his arm. If she's not tucked into his side when he wakes, at least one part of their bodies need to be touching. He doesn't mind. No one wants to cuddle all of the time. But he knows she's still there by the light touch of her hand or her feet entwined with his.Watching her sleep, listening to her breathe he feels himself getting aroused.Taking her hand in his he slides it up under the pillow, pulling her into him and gently rolling her onto her side without waking her.Burying. Every day I was walking to my office at a specific time in the morning. I observed that a tall girl on the way to my office, stood in front of her house every day. Most of the days she would be outside the house during that time. She was tall, slim and attractive but I was very shy and scared to speak to that local girl in front of other local people. Every day I just glanced at her and moved forward, I was feeling sad if any of day I didn’t see her.One day my roommate asked for my mobile phone.