Our reasons may be a bit different, but the end result is the same. We need each other. We need to experience each other. It was a regular week night....I had just gotten home from the gym and showered. I sat down in my towel and started browsing my favorite erotic website. There you are online and poking me. I giggle like a school girl, because that is what you do to me. You tell me you are in the area and want to get together before you leave. It doesn't matter if I had plans with the. Her eyes looked up at himfrom his chest.“How come you’re so lonely?”His eyes rolled up in his head and he breathed out along deep breath.“You ask awfully good questions for a fifteen yearold… are you as smart as you are pretty?”She stopped suckling his nipple but still played withthe other one looking up at him.“There aren’t many guys who look like you. You’rereally handsome but you don’t really look like youbelong out. I opened my mouth to tell them, and then found it was still closed. Huh?Damn, these blackouts really are instant! Sensations hit me all at once.I was standing on something squishy, feeling strange. I wiggled my toesand felt myself get poked by something hard, jutting out from the squishlumps, it felt very strange. I also seemed to be much higher up thannormal...The table. I was standing on the table! Standing in... I looked down atmy bare foot, squashed into the communal plate of chicken.Oh my. While they were unloaded the belongings from the removal van I took my opportunity to go over and introduce myself to them. He was polite introducing himself and his wife – their names were David and Layla. I hadn’t noticed from my living room window how attractive Layla was, but here she stood, probably the most attractive woman I’d ever seen. She was around twenty-fiveish, long blonde with died streaks of black sporadically placed, average sized breasts, but with a body tailor made for.