. I dunno what. But I like it. I like being with you. I... I like talking with you and doing things with you. When you're gone, I miss you. Even befor... all this... When you'd leave, I'd miss you so much."I took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing my hands on his chest."I swear, I never thought of you this way before any of this happened," he said plaintively. "I swear to God, I didn't." Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently. He looked down between us at my hands clinging. I feel a warm glow surrounding me. I hear the bedsprings crunch and snap. What is going on? Why is this beautiful stranger crawling into bed with me? I stretch to reach my hand out and search for my lamp switch. A warm rough hand grabs my arm and says, ‘Don’t be afraid.’ I instantly cringe. I am frightened. Who is this beast of a man whose voice sounds like honey and is covering me as I lie dreaming of my boyfriend? How dare you take my dreams away? And then I hear a shhhh. ‘I will make your. & so therefore he himself would have to be a squatter of some kind, sort, or type who has, or had either jimmied the locks to both the downstair's front, & back doors to the building as well as to that being of his old apartment, or worser yet has made that being of some, or of such duplicates, or copies of keys for both downstair's doors to the building, & likewise, or as well to that being of his old apartment, & as any resident, or tenant would have to first of all get into that being of the. "Turn around I want that wet dripping slut pussy of yours"Amiee does what she is told. She lets go of her heels and spins around on her stomach and moves back so her hips are on the edge of the bed. To my surprise she reaches and and grabs hold on her heels and hold them there. She has he legs spread wide and I can see her juices flowing out of her pussy."You are dripping wet, I can see it drip out of your pussy. What kind of girl is dripping and hasn't even been touched yet?"A really slutty.