Denise slapped gently as his hands strayed to her breasts momentarily, before sliding further down to rest on her upper abdomen."Jack," Denise started... again, "before I go any further about my memories, I want to ask you something. Is everything all right with you? Last night you seemed a bit distant yourself and you were muttering a lot in your sleep, not to mention that you were really hot."Jack shook his head, "I'm ok, I guess. I'm just trying to deal with my grandmother's death and I haven't. The mailman returned to the house, he wasn’t sure but he thought Sherry wanted him. As he looked in the side window he saw her on the couch.He decided not to knock and instead stood still and watched. His cock was already hard from her flashing him a few minutes and now it was throbbing. His hand drifted down to his engorged cock and gently started to stroke himself through his shorts. He leaned into the window hoping to get a better view and looking to make sure no one was watching him. His. Me:hiTara:who is this? Me:are you waiting for someone your reply was quick?Tara:who is this??Me:well somebody has a nice cleavage ?I am not disclosing the chat for some reasons. We chatted for a week and got to know each other pretty well she was second year student in a reputed college, she and her friend were lesbians apparently she even shared her pictures with me,One day she wanted to meet me, I asked her what why do you want to meet as you are lesbian and are not interested in men as she. I did feel better again. I opened my chest and took out a bag. This time I was going to try the ‘no food’ idea. I started for the microwave and then stopped. Wait a minute. I frowned at the bag. Maybe ‘no food’ meant ‘NO FOOD’. I returned the unopened bag to the chest and locked it. Then I put on a sundress, the irony of which always tickles me, high heeled sandals and headed out. That night was great. I stuck to nothing at all. No blood, no food, no drink. It worked wonders. I had a rollicking.