It was not the kind that, without fail, drives the person overhearing it insane. It was a soft, smooth, melodic song that brushed against your ears an... persuaded you to listen. From the time I had woken up, at about 4:00 a.m, it had been drifting up from the apartment beneath mine. Subconsciously, I knew that my listening could almost be seen as a sort of invasion. The person in apartment 12A started playing the music very early in the morning, so perhaps they weren’t counting on an audience? I. Her arse is high in the air and my hand is on her head tearing her hair like a leash and I’m dunking her head in the water as I slide in her sticky mess. I pull her up and she coughs and chokes and laughs and I dunk her again and again and she laughs and I fill her and fuck her and fuck her and fill her and as I explode I pull her head up to laugh for the last time and she is dead.I scream when I come, screaming with anguish and disgust and exhilaration. I vomit into the porcelain bowel before. Hope you won't be mad at me forsnooping around in here but I'm glad I did.We need to talk soon so I can find outall about my "girlfriend".Hope you like what's in here.AmandaI looked in the box and on top was one of my Patti photos of me dressed in some of my young girl's clothes. Under that I could see there were items of clothing so I carefully brought them out. I recognized a dress that I had seen Amanda wear, but not for quite some time. It was one of her old party dresses and I immediately. “I do not know if he does but I do now and I see you like it too. You slutty wife, you enjoy pussyboarding, don’t you? Say it to your husband, tell him the truth. You won’t? Yes, you will, just let me fuck you for real, enough of that titty sampling. You want my cock in your pussy, don’t you? Then tell that husband of yours to remove your panties for me. He did? You are ready? Let me check.”Randy’s hand laid flat on her pussy. Her panties were gone taken off by almost invisible Mr. Richards. .