I quickly get some clothes on and check that I am presentable enough to go over. I run down the stairs and head for my front door. Only to stop short ...nd ask myself, “Shit. What will I say? If it’s not Kari it will be embarrassing.” Seeing as I haven’t cum in so long I thought I would just chance it. Out the front door I go and walk on over. Being so late during the week day everybody on my street was sound asl**p. I press the door bell and wait. I stand for another minute and I press the door. “But that ... it really is very good. Honestly” I flicked back to it. “How did you... ?”“I used a mirror. I wanted something difficult and fiddly as a challenge. I’m not some pervert”I nearly said I wouldn’t mind if she was, but that could be taken the wrong way. I looked through others. She had drawn her eye, the dog, a foot, and a perfect replica of her breasts. And then there was this one of her (I assumed it was hers) nipple; all the little bumps and lumps around the centre. A man could,. His sister had a hard time dealing with the situation. He felt I could do better, because he thought I showed a better outlook in my stories. He showed me how I could sink to a pretty wretched state, if I let myself. He was so cute, especially when I considered how much older he was than I. He even scolded me like a Daddy for my one indiscretion in my relationship.Thanks RM - "Dad".In between the fifth and sixth story I began to have a relationship with the character in my story I call. ‘Oh god! Please help me, Please…’ She was sobbing, with her hair over her face, the life vest sliding up on her arms, she looked at risk of sliding out of it and slowly sinking to the depths. ‘Grab this!’ John thrust a grapple towards her and pulled her to the side of the boat. He leaned over the gunnel and she grasped his outstretched hand tightly. He pulled her up so she could reach the side of the boat with her foot and push up. She leaned over the safety rope railing and promptly fell with.