I, too, dream of you nightly, my love, and long to feel your warm embrace in our bed. The loving quilt our mothers made keeps me warm, but not the war...ms I feel in your loving embrace.I long for your embrace, and to feel your strong hands caress my rear. To taste your lips and tongue as they explore my mouth. I wish to once again play your fiddle and listen to the sounds you make as I play my tongue across it. To feel the warm saltiness of your seed as it slides down my throat.Yes, my love, I. The day finally came round and I turned up on the doorstep.After a quick look up and down the street, she opened the door and I stepped inside. She was dressed in everyday clothes and I thought this may just turn out to be a coffee and chat, so that's how it proceeded. We got on very well and the subject soon turned to sex, likes, loves, dislikes and fantasys and I could see she was getting aroused, blushing and the occasional glance at the stiffening bulge in my jeans.She got up and told me to. Through all this time Cindy's friends were there. The hospital had to set strict limits on how many visitors she could have a day and the rotation list was pages long. The only ones who were allowed to see her every day were me and her immediate family.Oh, I suppose I should talk about when I met them. It was right after she was hospitalized. Cindy had listed her parents as her next of kin, but was surprised when they showed up. She hadn't understood that the hospital would call them when she. Still, for the most part we just laughed her off and told her to stop being dumb, but I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous after that observation (can you see why I don’t watch scary movies? Just someone saying something like that freaks me out!) Well it was a fun filled day, with Donna constantly going ‘wouldn’t it be freaky if this is where Jason DID chase those kids???’ and lots of other stuff. For the most part we just tried to ignore her. at the end of the day we went to our cabins,.