. It’s me,” Heather said.I jerked in my chair. “What... ? No way! You said ‘Hello’!”“I guess I did.”This must be part of a joke... “...kay ... Where have you been? We were supposed to talk on Wednesday, remember?”“What day is it today?” Heather asked.I was quiet for a second. “It’s Friday? Seriously, is everything all right? You answered weird ... Well, you answered normally, which is weird for you. And you really don’t know what day it is?”“I’ve ... just been under the weather.”“Oh no, with. I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I felt a slight breeze crossing my back as he moved closer.I pushed harder at my clit and thrust my hips back onto his crotch.I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me and did not care where. But my long fingers were throwing me over the edge and I finally erupted in a terrific orgasm. Peter held me from behind, because my weak legs almost sent me to. The ride was only a few minutes, taking less than a quarter of the time it would have for her to walk. As he pulled up in front of the building, he saw what he hadnt paid attention to the previous time. It looked dirty and run down, as if it came straight out of a movie about the inner city. He hated the thought of dropping her off there, but figured she was there alone every night. Thanks for the ride. Her fingers were already slipping around the door handle. Anytime. Actually, here, Grabbing. The journey was planned and a date arranged. She would fly into Schiphol Airport and then take the train into Amsterdam. Jacob would then meet her at the station and take her to his apartment. This was to be in two weeks’ time. On the day of departure my wife kissed me goodbye and she said she would contact me when she had arrived. I waited nervously and I then received a text. My wife said that she was now at Jacob’s apartment. 30 minutes later my phone rang and it was my wife. She was.