She laughed and walked past me into the bedroom. I wonder if she noticed my erection, or better yet felt it when she hugged me. She got dressed into l...ose shorts and a tank top that hugged her huge breasts. I sat down on the sofa in the living room and she walked in. She came and sat next to me and lay her head on my stomach, just above my dick. I couldn’t stop staring at her tits. I was so horny. I stopped wanking when we got together because I didn’t know when we were going to have sex. She. However, it's you that has captured my attention. You, with your feminine wiles. The swing of the hips, the pout on your lips, the sultry glance towards me. Girl, you are sexy and you definitely know it. Do you want me to look through the gap in the seats? Are you wanting me to stare and ogle your tight-fitting clothes?So I glance up, causing a wry smile to escape from your lips. So that is what you wanted! Sliding back on the seat causes your skirt to rise up. Your eyes glance; first at your. It was 11:30 that night when I got back to the apartment complex and was glad to see that my neighbor's light was out; I didn't want to deal with him giving me shit – I hoped. As I got to my front door, the door to the apartment right next to mine opened and the guy that lived next door – who I'd seen around the complex, but never talked to – came out; locking his door behind him. He looked over at me and smiled."Hey, how you doing?" He asked."Good thanks; and you?" I said as I slipped my key. Tears fell from my eyes. They would probably amputate it. It was disgusting. I’m sure my room now smelled of it too.Damn it. If I thought ahead, I could have set my alarm clock to make noise to get someone’s attention. I stared at my reflection in my pocket knife. It was definitely too light to break the window. I probably didn’t even have the muscles to through it. I looked to my dying arm. I was worthless.Wait. I felt all the pain in my arm; if they amputated it, it wouldn’t matter.