.."Damien got a plastic jug that had come with the bathroom and part filled it with water."Excuse me." He pulled Perra over to one side and washed the...remaining piss down the drain."Oh!" she said. "Wash ground after piss. Okay."Perra was willing to learn the right way to behave as a human. Damien wasn't quite ready to give her all those lessons. He still didn't know what to make of her.He had to admit that she was beautiful behind the grubby face, and body now he could see it. The extra breasts. Licking her thumbs she massaged my nipples sending little jolts of electricity down to my cock. We stripped off our shirts. Sitting half naked we felt each others warm skin and kissed deeply. She unfastened my belt and, sliding back along my thighs, she unbuttoned my jeans revealing the mound of my erection pinned to my thigh by my tight shorts. A blossoming patch of pre-cum had darkened the material and she stroked the head underneath. Meanwhile my hand massaged her thighs with slow long. “I see you’re about to show me something on your phone,” he said in a mocking tone, nodding his chin at the phone in my hand, “don’t bother, I’ve seen the bullshit footage you post online. I know it’s faked. All ‘ghost’ footage is faked,” he’d thrown up air quotes around “ghost footage.”“Amityville House, or should I say, Amityville Hoax, fake. All those paranormal shows, fake. Just doctored images, sounds, permutations of white noise, static. I mean, humans have existed for over 200,000 years,. Smile, sure. Chuckle, giggle, yeah. But not laugh. I was doing an impression of a customer that had been in the store I worked in, and she started howling. Great big belly laughs. I found, over the summer, that I made her laugh quite a bit. Nobody else could. It was nice to be able to do that.When school started, our nighttime chats became less frequent. That was by necessity. My workload was brutal, hers only slightly less so. But, we still made sure to hook up a couple times a week for a.