I feel a rush of blood going to my head.“It was only about five or six minutes, but it felt like longer. I thought you might’ve been dead.”“Wh... would you think something like that?”“You weren't breathing.”****An hour and a half later and I'm laying in my own bed again, thinking hard about the night.I knew one thing for certain now, whatever this was, it was real. It wasn't just a dream. People don't just stop breathing for five minutes and come back just fine, like nothing happened. And what. This was no peck on the cheek or small kiddy kiss; it was a deep, hot, passionate kiss that took me by surprise. For a moment I was shocked but then I realized what was happening and I kissed her back. Testing the waters, I slowly started to part my lips and creep my tongue out. Seeing that I was going forward she also parted her lips and her tongue was coming out to play. When they met I thought my heart would explode. Here I was making out with my best friend and girl of my dreams. The night. Squeezing her eyes shut, she stumbled onward. But she would keep doing it. Perhaps though… perhaps it would be better just to kill them quickly. She couldn’t justify torturing more of them… she felt dirty. Sick. Somehow she doubted that they felt that way after raping and torturing, but on the other hand did she want to be anything like them? No. No of course she didn’t. Her entire being felt soiled. Reaching out with the magic, she could feel a spring not far down the road, and she rushed. I've had a constant hard-on since that morning but she's happy I'm always ready for sex. One night, after she turned out the light, I could tell she was getting herself off just by the sounds. I creamed the sheets of my bed just listening to her. My bathroom has a louvered door with one of the louvers missing so I can watch as she takes her bath. She likes to take hot baths over a shower usually. One time I was watching through the door and she started to massage her breasts with her.