She'd set a breakfast table for us, complete with a large omelet, toasted English muffins, a plate of fresh fruit, orange juice, and coffee. I did fee... hungry after a long night of sex and I guess Shelly felt the same. Except she couldn't eat real food without getting sick or something. She didn't even drink water, just blood and cum."It looks great," I told her truthfully, and she returned my smile almost shyly, it seemed to me.I couldn't believe she'd found enough ingredients in my. "Peter's slumbering mind was muddled and confused with the incoherence of hisdream thoughts. But clearly, everyone blamed him for Uncle Ben's death. Howcould they not blame him, when Peter's mind was convinced it was all hisfault.He tossed.And he turned.And, every once in a while, his dreams drifted away from scenes of his greatguilt and refocused into other scenes, which were stranger and most oftenbizarre.Curiously odd were any of the several dreams involving him and FlashThompson. In one of. She smelled great and her tits were so soft. She had not taken off one bit of clothing but I could feel every bit of her sweet body.She asked me to turn over. Again she began to massage my legs rubbing a little harder now on my shin and thighs. She would rub from bottom to top each time caressing my dick with her hand. Just softly rubbing on my shaft. She then poured oil on my dick and began to slowly stoke it, while rubbing my balls. I immediately began to get aroused. I closed my eye so I. “Well, uh,” he stammered when he was done. “We’re going to miss you, Tiffany.”I don’t think he even noticed that he licked his lips while saying that.“Call me Tiff,” I said with a smile, and he nodded in response.Before I left, I couldn’t help but give him a big hug. He was almost thirty, and so I guess he’d always been a bit like a father-figure to me.I was so glad when I got home. No job, no school, no obligations. It was like an endless summer holiday - I could do whatever I wanted!I spent.