It was only a week later that I was in one of the town’s galleries seeing if they had added anything else that was worth my sketching when without r...ally looking, turned round and bumped into somebody who was behind me. I dropped my portfolio case that I had been carrying in a state of shock at the young man that I was now facing, for he was the spitting image of my statue here in the flesh before me. I’m sure that my face had gone white at suddenly seeing him there before me. The face was the. Aimee spent the next hour or so explaining what she had been taught about those people that invade the dreams of the living.When Aimee had been younger, she had believed those things, but as she grew older, part of her considered the old tales as myths, although she still remembered the stories that her Aunt told her quite vividly.Aimee, as I said, had an unusual gift of her own: that of insight into other people. She told me that she used her gift to ensure that the people she was around were. I looked at Bill, he was standing in rapt attention, about to watch his African queen take a new cock inside her. Bill nodded, and I gripped Shirley’s hips in my hands and slid slowly into her. She felt amazing! I could feel every ripple of muscle as she squeezed her pussy around my cock. I stopped for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of her pussy, enjoying the feel of her ass in my hands, enjoying the sounds of her moans of pleasure, enjoying the reality of this illicit moment. I started. I could sense him taking an extra long look at my legs. I hoped he wouldn't make fun of me for polishing my toes. I had applied a fresh coat of my favorite red polish the night before especially for him. I thought he might like my feet like this. Now I was embarrassed."You're really getting into this, aren't you?" he said.I didn't dare to meet his eyes."Yes," I said truthfully."Good," Damon said. "You really are a hot little whore, do you know that?" Thank you," I said, feeling my heart.