My dream girl stepped forward to claim her lunch. She turned and looked at me. “See ya,” she remarked. “Yes, later,” I instinctively replied... as though I knew her.She turned and walked away and I felt like a stupid fool. I had no idea who she was, what she did or anything about her. I knew where she worked and that as about all I knew. Our encounters had been happenstance and I hoped to see her again. “Number seventy,” the lunch counter clerk called out. I grabbed my lunch and quickly hurried. It was fantastic, but I really wanted to taste his cum dripping out of my wife's pussy. I had all the details worked out. I had booked a room in the City, had worked out a time for my buddy to come over and had my wife pliable with plenty of alcohol. We got into our room and she changed into a nice piece of lingerie. I had the video camera ready and was playing with her to get her nice and wet when we heard a knock at the door. My buddy came in and I introduced him to my wife. I handed him the. I don’t know. I can’t see it’ll do any good.”“ ... You have? How long?”“ ... I’ll ask John. Ring me in an hour.”John came from the kitchen to where Claire sat in the living room.“I heard,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “What do you need to ask me?”“It’s Peter,” she said, realising immediately that John knew that. She smiled and so did he: they were so attuned to each other. “He wants to come over and talk. Apparently his therapist thinks it will help him.”“He’s actually gone to a. "Thanks. Do I know you?" She said."Was that why you looked so perplexed?" I said."Partially," She smiled and laughed."I'm just an old friend. I went to high school here. Had some of the best experiences here. Graduated a few years ago," I said back. "What do you teach?" Biology."I checked her up and down, checking out all her curves."I used to love biology in high school. At one time I wanted to be a doctor... then college came," I said chuckling. "Let's be real, you look like you got a few.