Our next door neighbor, Josh, seemed to be the perfect and ideal candidate for Sexual Deprivation Poster Man. He was 45, married for 20 years to his b...autiful yet materialistic high school sweetheart, and therefore, we knew for an absolute certainty and beyond all doubt, that he hadn't had any type of sexual relations for approximately 19 1/2 of the past 20 years. Yep, just your typical adult married male. Josh would be a wonderful Poster Man for sexual grief. We knew the minute the audience. Josh slumped in the fireman's seat and stared out the window, thinking about the offer Bud had made to him.The question of college had been coming up all summer, and Josh had been kicking it around. Amy had something to do with it, of course; Josh had known from the first that she'd planned to go to Athens University, and it had helped him focus his thinking, a little. But, did he really want to go to college, or was that just running with the herd?He'd known for some time that it was not going. Sighing happily, I snuggle against you, the warmth of our bodies together creating a cozy feeling in contrast to the air-conditioned room. You begin to stir, and I look up at you; as you open your eyes, I see a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. I lift my head and kiss your lips. You respond hotly, and as I break the kiss, I grin; your cock has stiffened. I kiss you again, this time slowly slipping out of my tight nightgown, releasing my breasts.As I break the kiss, a low growl escapes. Probably would ... happen again, and that was ... unthinkable.So it was an unhappy, cold, nearly naked Angela who sought sleep that evaded her, as bits and pieces of the last month, and last day, and last hour floated unbidden through her mind.Eventually she fell into an exhausted sleep that was troubled by dreams where she was reaching for something in the fog, and couldn't see it, and was afraid of it, but wanted it anyway for some reason. While she couldn't find what she was looking for in.