We stumbled into my apartment, Wes a little tipsy from all the wine he’d drunk at the restaurant. I held him up, giggling as he sang “Dark Side”...by Phoebe Ryan.“At your worst, you’re the best, Baby I, don’t want another version, no All the love, all the trust, but don’t change Don’t be a better person, for me‘Cause I’m in love with your dark side I’m in love with your dark side I’m in love with your dark side So don’t turn on the light”I laughed and ended up not turning on the light. Wes. This isn’t in the red light district so I was surprised to see a huge porno shop. It was Amsterdam so I had to take a look inside. The atmosphere in the place was very easy going and I wandered around glancing at the magazines. I started to get a roaring hard on looking at the beautiful Dutch girls sucking cock and having their faces drenched in spunk. I found myself wandering where I might go to jack off. There’s nothing like pulling yourself off in a strange unexpected place. Then I realised. " Great. But I don't want to be her boyfriend, I want to be yourboyfriend," I pleaded."I gave Tracey my word that if she did not feel safe with you in the flatthat I would support her." Even to the point of me dressing as a woman?" I replied reluctantlypulling my panties on. As I did so I thought what a lovely pattern andat least they match my bra. Where did that bizarre unrelated thoughtcome from? I have no idea.Sarah called out "You can come in now Tracey, he's got his underwear onand. We conversed some more about soccer, but my answers consisted of only one or two words because I was so fascinated by his blue eyes. We were soon on our way to my house, it was almost 9 o’clock and the street lights were just about coming on. He pulled up in front of my house and I went to thank him for the ride and ice cream, but he grabbed my wrist. “Jen, I’m really feeling an attraction to you, but I know it’s not right. I’m old enough to be your father.”, he sighed. He began again, “I.