Witherspoon, I'm a friend of Amy's from Boulder." I didn'tgive my name in case Amy had told her mother not to take calls fromme. "Is Amy there?" I'm s...rry, she isn't. She's in Europe with some friends. She'll beout of touch until the end of summer."I didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. She sounded almostlike she was reading a script. I suppose I could have asked her if shecould relay a message to Amy, but what could I say? Gee, Mrs.Witherspoon, could you have Amy call me? She seems. She was taller than me; she was perhaps about 6 feet tall. Height did not matter for me though. Once she turned on the light, looking at me from the end of the room, she reveals herself to me, and yes she was naked. She had big tits, a nice fit body, better looking than Kim Kardashian’s ass, and I also see her nice dark brown skin. Her hair was naturally straight, black, and very long past down her shoulders. My heart is racing with excitement. I cannot contain myself. My cock is wet with love. He was too far away to properly read the paperback cover but, squinting, it looked like Penny Vincenzi emblazoned in raised gold. A best-selling author.Carl looked again at the water bottle and ran his tongue over dry lips. 'Stupid,' he thought, 'I should have brought a drink. After all the booze I sank last night I must be dehydrated'. He ran fingers through his mass of greying hair. 'Should know better, be wiser at my age. Blame it on the drink!' He scratched his head, sighed and, after a few. I had remembered to lock THAT door. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt weak at the knees. All I wanted to do was run. The intruder tried the door knob again, and this time, there was a quiet knock at the door. I whimpered.It seemed like forever went by with my intruder not making a sound. Maybe he had left. I moved away from the opposite wall and slowly stepped towards the door. I reached toward the doorknob and there was a sudden ear-splitting crash. The very same doorknob I had.