He can even kill me.For some time, I nervously walked back and forth. My ankle started aching again. I propped myself on the windowsill and looked thr...ugh the window. Too high. I can't do that. It is maybe five meters. Better play it safe. However, what is safe considering my situation?I was up all night. I tried to read a book but find it hard to concentrate. The television didn't help me to relax too. So I just lied and stared at the ceiling. When my stomach started to protest persistently, I. "What the hell is going on here," I said angrily. "Jackie who is this guy and why aren't you wearing a bra?" I know, what a stupid question.From the looks of things I figured I arrived on the scene before they could go all the way. "Some one better say something." I said.The young man hurridly put his shirt back on and practically fell trying to get himself off the floor. "I'm sorry," the young man stammered. "I didn't mean anything." I never saw anyone having such a problem putting his shoes. Strangely, a wonderful sensation came upon me in my dreamy state; his hand had rested on my breasts. Not moving, I felt my nipples harden to his touch thru the nightgown. u*********sly I noticed a gentle kneading of my breast by his large hands, soft rubbing and squeezing. My hands, which were nestled under my head between his legs stirred slightly as his manhood, had stiffened under my cheeks. Taking care to move slowly, my one hand fully touched his swelling member. He moved his hips slightly. His mind constricted in her attraction. He was pretty sure the voice in his head pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.“YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER BIRTH NAME” The female's voice echoed through his mind both loud and soft. A sensation difficult to describe.‘God I must be dreaming’ Aaron thought.“YOU ARE NOT.” Now if Aaron had had.