When we got down at the airport vishaka asked me if I read the stories regularly, I did not realise what she was saying then and just passed it as a c...mment… Later in the evening while we were having dinner she asked me again if I read the stories regularly, I tried to stall but she asked point blank if I read erotic stories regularly, I had no escape, so I told her that my wife is carrying since last 7 months due to which I am physically unsatisfied. She gave me a wink, held my hand and said. We followed the fence around her property until we reached a gate that had instructions on how to turn off the electric cattle fence. When inside, she reset the fence and we followed a tractor path up to the big old farmhouse. The reason I had never seen the house was that it was completely hidden from view by a couple of small hills.Entering the back door with me she hollered, "I'm home, and I have a friend with me so you'd better watch your manners." They" turned out to be three muscular,. Then she responded.“I just want you to be happy. I do want you as my friend, and my confidant. I know I don’t tell you as much as you tell me, but maybe that should change. Just promise me you’ll help me as much as I help you.”“Of course, Jennifer. Just ask. Anything!”“Same here.”I hugged her and she left. She’d be back in a few hours to get me. Andreas went and made the pickups in his car because I couldn’t drive. He left me in charge of the deli while he was gone. That was cool.We had a great. At least, Jason knew that hewasn't and he was pretty sure that Kershaw wasn't either. Why would hedream such a thing? Why did he have something crusty on his chin if itwasn't sperm? The very idea made him sick to his stomach.Kershaw, meanwhile, was putting his fragmented dream-memories together too.Was it possible that Jason had gone down on him after he passed out? Nah,Jason wasn't no freak. But why would he dream about such a thing?The roommates avoided each other for a few days and never.