Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookies. “Wow, those look fantastic! So ...o you!” he laughed. “Come in, come in…”“I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I’m sorry I didn’t call, I just –”“Don’t worry about it, you don’t need to explain anything,” he assured her. They’d had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at. Maybe she will lead elsewhere, but not here, or not yet anyways.” The date of the entry was only a year old.Careful examination of one of the sealed jugs proved to be food. Fresh vegetables, fruit, nuts and jerky. She had a full meal from this, resealed the jug and set it aside for later use. If it had kept the food fresh for untold ages, then maybe refilling it would prove a boon for later when food was short. Another jug had a water sign on it. This had fresh water in it, cool and sweet to. ‘Why the fuck did this happen?’Replaying the events of the past few months was mentally exhausting. As the episodes of my life flashed on the canvas of my mind, like a projector displaying slides on board, I realized how my imprudence had destroyed my marriage. I should have confronted her when I had the chance, used my judgement when I had my options and been more adventurous in bed when she needed me. But now, it was too late. Yet, out of these ruins, I had emerged out as an experienced. The main body (head, whatever) was between my spread legs. That is what was producing the wonderful feeling in my pussy.Okay, I half sat up to consider this new development. Do I try to extricate myself? Was I in any danger here? The octopus seemed to be good sized but I really was never exposed to one before. The tentacles were about three feet long which seemed big to me with it d****d over my body. The suction being created by the pads on the tentacles were actually massaging and pulling on.