These days, I am away from home for several days. She is alone in this house. Many times, she feels scared and depressed living alone in this flat. Th...ee other flats on our floor are vacant. There is no one for her to talk to. You also live alone. Neena has told me that you have problem eating outside. I request you to have dinner at our place on your way back from office in the evening. Thereby, she will have your company when I am away and you will have homely dinner. When I am here, I shall. Amelia, if she heard, didn’t give any indication as she continued to strum her clit; her body rocked the table three more times before she pulled her hand out, its motion a blur. She collapsed back against her seat, panting.Jess clapped her on the shoulder; Amelia’s eyes had still been closed and the touch is what startled her back to reality. She jerked upright in her seat as her eyes sprung open and looked around.“Sorry, girlfriend,” Jess said.Amelia was panting. “No problem,” she breathed.“I. She wanted my hand, she wanted something, between her legs. I’m not sure she cared that much what it was. This time, when I returned I didn’t turn away, and my fingers found her wet, her pubic fur matted when I went all the way between her legs and under her. She pressed herself down on my fingers, and I slipped my thumb into her. She shivered at that and I heard an “ummph” sound this time. She pushed back against my thumb, and I began to thumb-fuck her as she became wetter, her fluids. Hell i'm not even sure if I believe my own story, but this is my story on how I met the perfect dream girl.It all started a while back in school. There was this rumor going around on how if you went on to this web site at exactly at 12:00 you will find true love. “True love nows thats interesting.” “Who are you talking to Chad?” Oh god theirs only one person I know with a voice louder then a opera singer. My best friend Stacey. “No one!”I barked. Embarrassed by my bad habbit of talking to.