Did she whisper before? ‘Do you dream about me? Tell me the truth. Do you dream you are with me?’ And I turn my head, and I open my eyes, and I pe...r into the darkness where she lay… once lay. And I can smell the musky stain of her body, giddy, replete, and see her skin glowing, and feel her stretched-out heat beneath the bed-sheet. When was that? Did we ever have that? How many nights since she lay beside me? I try to remember. It must be hundreds. I lay on my back and I stare wide-eyed trying. Her parents left and we went into her room to change into our pajamas. She was sliding off her shirt and I approached her. She turned and jumped when she saw me right beside her. And cupped her breasts in her hands. I tried not to stare, but I think she saw me look a few times. “Can I help you?” she asked, confused. “Yes, yes you can. What would you say if I told you that I was a lesbian?” I asked curiously. She shrugged, but it looked like she was deep in thought, and shocked at the. The mom, Emily, who was out of the city on business, instructed the daughter Whitney, that since I was already there to feed me. After hanging up I told the daughter she didn't need to feed me, but she said she only liked to cook for more than one, so if I didn't stay she end up eating crap for dinner. I told her I then felt obliged to do my part to make sure she ate healthy so I would stay if she'd let me help. She put on a pot to boil for pasta and took some of her mother's 'famous' red sauce. After a few pleasantries we grabbed a beer each and went and sat in the garden, Lisa and Billy were chatting away and seemed to be getting along fine. I made sure that Angie was sitting opposite me so I had a view of her fine legs and she didn’t disappoint. We chatted away about this and that with a few inuendoes flying about which were all taken in good spirit and it was getting rather hot, “Mind if I take my shirt off” I suggested which was met with approval by all so off it came, Angie was.