' He frowned 'I mean a real meal...' I hesitated '...5 days ago a full course lunch...' '...' 'Will?' 'Martin, are you back...back with the anorexia?'...I was shocked 'God no! No, Will, no... It's just I've had all my finals and school has been so stressing, and my depression is worst than ever, but I am eating, really, and excersice regularly!' He smiled 'You better' then he grinned and ended up laughing so I giggled 'God! I had forgotten that cute giggle you have' he said wrapping his hand. He finger-fucked me for a few minutes, sometimes big long strokes of histwo massive fingers, sometimes short little jabs, sometimes twisting andturning. He was getting lots of lube on my insides, which was wise, butequally he was sending my tingles into the great cosmic plane.I was lost with need.I started babbling, at first into his mouth, and then after a bit heraised up and looked at me, wanting, I suppose, to hear what I was saying.And what I was saying was a stream-of-consciousness diary. I thought that I might have gone over the top but Aunty Betty just said I looked nice and we set out for the church social.When we arrived at the Church hall there was a complete hush. everybody was completely shocked at our appearance. Two stunning tall blonds with heavy makeup and short skirts was certainly not the norm for a conservative church social at that time. However none of the boys were complaining, and it was obvious from the start, that all of the other girls stood very little . As something odd though I was naked, I felt relatively comfortable being so, the reason why as then not apparent.Peering out from the thicket where I hid, I saw the doe herd wandering off in the direction of the walled compound.I relaxed and lay back on the ground, as in a moment sleep captured me and I was at peace. Peaceful my slumbering, yet the mind awake, alert, was wrought with enzymes injected, not the usual chemicals of my body. How long was I asleep, I could not be sure, but during.