It was too early to think of any long-term plans so I decided to enjoy it for now.I arrived at Brittany’s house at seven the next morning. Since all...of our meetings had been different, I did not know what to expect. I used the key she had given me the day before and let myself in the back door. I called out her name but there was no response. I headed directly up the stairs toward her bedroom.As I neared the door, I could hear the shower running. I paused just inside her bedroom and surveyed. I am a traveler that is never seen. I seek, every night for someone in deep yearning for passion more powerful than they have ever seen. It is not overly complex to find someone with this yearning. I simply slip though the Stream, the small reality what lurks behind your mirror. When going through the Stream, I hear what one says on the other side and find the looking glass. Most people don’t realize how much can be heard when they think they are alone. Of course one may find the odd person. Seeing the doorOpen, she tentatively pushed it and went inside. She was disappointedTo see it empty, however she noticed various posters of half-naked,Fully naked and provocative posters of models and film stars stuck onThe walls. She even noticed a well thumbed book in hindi near theBedside. She picked it up and began reading. Very soon she realizedIt was a pornographic novel and she continued reading. She was veryHorny and reading such a novel surrounded by a bevy of beauties wasGetting her. Her skin was so soft, so delicate and so smooth that it made me feel like my hands were large clubs with coarse sandpaper attached. I was afraid that at any moment, she might awaken, but she did not stir. Emboldened, my hand continued back down her stomach, paused a moment at the top of her panties and then continued down to brush lightly across the soft mound between her legs. I gasped a little, partly from needing to catch a new breath and partly because I could not believe, my hand was.