He is here. But as I blink the water from my eyes he is gone. A figment of my imagination. Suddenly I feel strong hands grasp me from below the water... and I struggle but I cant get free. I am pulled under into the deathlike embrace of a creature from below. Its arms encircle me and despite my struggle for air it pins me to itself. Then as suddenly as it came I can feel its lips upon mine, its warm tongue probing every wet crevice of my open mouth. My head surfaces momentarily and I gasp for. At this point, my brain shuts off. All focus goes to that wicked place of pleasure. Lust has taken over and all my dirty, kinky sexiness completely overpowers my mind. The sounds of us fucking are all I hear. The sound of your thick cock pumping in and out of my wet pussy causes that delicious squishing sound. Fucking fantastic! The sound of skin slapping against skin or even better, the sound of you ripping the top of my dress open so my perky tits tumble out.Oh, and don't forget the moans. Then we went home again mom didn’t talk anything but later in the nightI got pain again, there I took the tablet and my mom was talking to me go sramik go out and what doctor had said, but I said with whom, mom said with any of your girlfriend then I said I don’t have girlfriends mom. Then she said how will u solve the problem,i said I don’t know, she said then go to any of the brothel house and do it,i said I can’t mom I will get aids, she said choose any solution fast ok iam getting sleep I. Nor did I get what I normally do for someone who is dead."I told the gentleman from one of the US government's agencies that this Mr. Wilshire was dead, because I received and was getting nothing. Well, thats not a hundred percent true. I was still actively seeking, but I was already over the normal time it takes me to check the entire world. So I told him Mr. Wilshire was dead."I assumed that was the end of it, and a couple weeks went by until I had cause to look him up in a Boston newspaper's.