Checking me out.I felt weird as his eyes inspected every inch of my body and finally he spoke again "you look much better with out a shirt Joe" I look...d at him strangely then I finally decided to ask what the hell he was talking about "What do you mean?" he then crawled off his bad and walked over to me taking the T-sirt out of my hands and throwing it some where "you look better with out a shirt on thats all" I admit I was sort of shocked by what he said and I was in so much shock I didn't. The brown goo is also extremely slippery. My body seems to be expelling lubrication.What have I eaten recently? Nothing really comes to mind. My stomach feels very empty. Perhaps that's were the tickling sensation came from. I haven't eaten and haven't felt hungry in so long that my body is trying something new to remind me that I'll eventually have to eat something. My problem is I just don't feel hungry. I feel my stomach as empty but somehow that just doesn't lead to a desire for food. “No Vinay. Please ahh. Ahh.” I kept moving them in and out in she widened her legs a bit.I pushed in my 3rd finger in one rough move. She said, “No. Fuck Vinay. Slow. Please. Slow,” and she buckled under pressure. I started to move my fingers faster had harder. She said, “Slow. Vinay. Fuck you. Slow. Please,” and in a few minutes she held my hand there and released a huge load of her sweet nectar on my fingers.She rested her back on me. As she recovered from the hard fingering. I pushed her. What was very pleasing to me as well was observing her as a person. The anxious, fearful eighteen-year-old girl of the previous summer had transitioned into a nineteen-year-old young lady with energy and creativity, and a delightsome manner with her husband that brought me joy unbounded. Not to be overlooked here is the little routine that evolved between us during our working periods. Various activities in the apartment kept us busy a good part of the time. Much of her time was in her kitchen,.