Oh, I’m not into anal, either, so that’s not a worry. So you’d come over whenever I was horny?’ ‘I was thinking that with the extra rooms yo... have, I could move in so I’d be here when I wasn’t in school.’ ‘And what do you want in return?’ ‘Well, for one, I like sex, too, as you now know. And free room and board and tuition.’ She told me what her tuition fees were and, really, it was pretty reasonable considering all my sexual needs, well, more than my needs, really, my wants, which were much. ”but don’t come.” I pushed deep inside her and her juices covered my cock. Without coming for three days I wasn’t going to last long and Lynne knew that so she didn’t mind when I withdrew. She looked at my glistening cock and went down on it; she lapped her juices, I thought I was going to come but she stopped just in time. With her juices on her mouth she kissed me; her mouth tasted of her fanny and my cock, wonderful. After kissing me she reached over and grabbed a jar. “Lets collect that. "No, it's ok." she said, "Sleep." I went to lay on the floor, "I'll take the floor," she said, "Just in case." and she lay down beside the bed and went to sleep.The fan above the bed creaked and groaned ineffectively in the suffocating heat, barely cooling the legion of flies that crawled exhaustedly over it, the clock said five a.m which meant I had been watching it for three solid hours as I desperately tried to get some sleep.She was fast asleep on the floor, breathing softly, "Donna," I. Karen wrote back telling me that my stories, the fantasies I gave her to see and dream about were better than any pain medication she was currently taking. I had become for her, ‘Her Sandman’, someone that tucked her into bed each night, gave her a measure of joy and comfort that surpassed anything any doctor’s were able to do or give to her. Soon after I began ending my stories to her signing them as ‘Your Sandman’, or simply ‘Sandman’. I knew her condition was increasingly worsening. Our.