When I went down, I saw that I was not alone. Chetan was already in the hall watching TV. He was eating something – the chubby one must have got hun...ry after all the games. He greeted me as I got some water. I smiled and sat down beside him. “Why are you up?” I asked. “All the games last night got me hungry,” he said winking. I laughed and drank some water. “I hope you enjoyed it” I said.“Enjoyed what, Sweta?” he asked winking. It is always like this with men. They want to make girls talk. . I...” He sighed. “I want you to understand: Millions if not billions of people at the time had been traumatized on a level that’s hard for us modern people to even understand. They’re called the Empty Generation, because they were ... hollow. Millions had lost their memories, millions more had had them altered to fit new things, millions had been displaced, had to flee, millions were dead, or had to live with the things they’d done while being ... hit...” He shook his head. “So ... we should. She gasped as he slid a finger into her and started to fuck her with it. Her nipples were in their usual state, and she longed to touch them. As he slid a second finger up her tight wet fanny and she could take it no longer. She closed her eyes, put down her paper and began to unbutton her blouse. As Dave finger fucked her, she rubbed her nipples through the tiny black bra. The young slut started to get breathless as he frigged her harder and faster, and before long she started to come."Oh yes!. Not sure what that meant, but I trust her, so I did what she requested. Now, before I go on, I need to set this up.I eat a lot of pineapple and natural whole foods. I try to shy away from processed foods and carbonated beverages as much as possible. One reason is because it helps the health of the prostrate, and also, adds to the taste of my cum.About an hour into our trip, my wife and I were talking and out of the blue, she got really quiet. Then, she started talking about sex and just things.