I had seen a picture of her on the chat application we were using but I didn't realize how cute she was actually before I saw her in real life. She wa... stunning beautiful, a nice smile, beautiful lips, small in stature but full of energy. We spent the day going around the city, in all kind of shops. Being in couple myself, I knew I was at risk to stay with her, but it felt right to be with her. Arrived at night, we went in a shop where she tried on a qipao, a traditionnal chinese dress. There. We were pretty much unnoticed as we quietly left the hotel bar. Smiling, you grasped my hand firmly and guided me to the elevator. Once inside, you pushed the button for the top floor and stepped back. When you did, I pulled you into my arms and pressed my lips to your lips. Our tongues entwined and danced together as the elevator continued its upward ascent. After we broke our embrace, you asked if I had done anything like this before. I told you I had, although, not as often as I would like. I had picked up the skirt and blouse from the grass outside, where she had dumped them the night before, and washed them by hand in a bucket. “You’re so good to me,” she said with a mouthful of breakfast, still not dressed, and I was in no hurry to have her put anything on. I looked quizzically at her. “Well,” she said, “You’ve washed my clothes, got me my breakfast and last night filled my mouth with the sweetest tasting cum I’ve ever had!” “There’s more where that came from,” I told her, “but. " Can't be what?" You look just like Sarah Hackett, the girl that I buried a year agoafter she tripped over, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in acoma for a month, and then lost my memory. At least that's what myparents told me when they helped me get my memories back." You can't be her, Sarah's whole family turned out for the burial, and.