Miki just reached out to put a hand on my shoulder. She used it to steady herself as the subway train rattled down the line.An hour later we reached t...e station closest to the US Consulate. Miki breathed a huge sigh of relief as we stepped onto the platform and started to walk away from the train. It was still early morning, so we joined the flood of people leaving the station and heading to their jobs.I had no idea where to go, but Miki could read the signs, and fifteen minutes later we walked. And please, as if you don’t want to give Gabe a hard time!” “It’s my job. This is really your house?” She followed Samantha around the side of the house to where there were a gaggle of men and women lounging around with cups and beer bottles in their hands. The luscious aroma from the grill filled the air. “Yes, but it still doesn’t feel like I live here. Don’t get me wrong, our stuff is scattered all over the place, but home is at the cabin.” Samantha waved over to her fiancé and he amiably. There were dreams but as usual I don't remember any details but I do know that I was her in all the parts that I do remember. CHAPTER THREE: HookedWhen I woke up I found that I was still confused but it wasn't as bad. I knew that I would work it all out. I thought about it a lot while I was grabbing something to eat. The main problem wasn't my memories of the day inside her. The problem was her memories that seemed to have become mine. Like if something brought up the memory of my mother I. With the porno magazine in my hand, it felt like I was doing something wrong, I mean illegal. At the same time, I felt like I was in league with a conspirator, something which strangely excited me.“It’s okay if you want to Jack off too kid,” he said. “Why don’t you just pull out your cock and go for it?”Without a moment of hesitation, I unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started stroking.His eyes were on the road, but I knew he was taking it in through the corners of his eyes. “Nice.