Jessie prefers that we don’t read. In one of the apartments, I find a stack of National Geographics, untouched by the thirteen years, and turn one o... the dry pages. It’s become soaked and dried out so many times, half the pages cling in a death grip to each other. A picture of red birds with long, curved bills. Long legs, standing in what looks like clean water. Amazing things. Men and women, laughing together. Pictures taken before the disease swept across the world – killing them all. We. At least to her.As Frank walked back to his office he couldn’t get the feeling of her body in his arms and her lips on his. He was very confused. He had always admired her body but had never thought of her in a sexual way. Now all he wanted to do was make slow, passionate love to her before plunging his rock hard cock into her pussy. He was so hard that bought a newspaper to hold in front of his crotch. His pants were snug enough that everyone at the office would know he was aroused unless he. My bedroom/bathroom suite was off limits to everyone. The schedule gave me four days a week on my own and if I didn’t want to party any night during the weekends I could retire to my bedroom. The sound proofing was really good and it needed to be because my frat brothers were a loud and noisy bunch. I went from living and paying for a ratty little studio apartment to living in a large apartment rent free and actually getting paid for living there. The extra duties were fairly easy and didn’t. “So you never did tell me something though. How have you been sleeping?” Jeff asked. “And you mean physically sleeping?” I asked. “Yes,” Jeff replied. “Well I got this big stuffed animal to cuddle with, so it's been pretty good honestly. And I can have sex whenever I want too,” I said. We had a few quickies in the middle of the night. There was nothing like sex at 4:00 am. Especially with someone you love. “Well, I gotta say I love that I get to have sex literally whenever I want,” Jeff said..