Sarah instructed me to allow the towel to fall open, exposing me, when the delivery person brought the order. I protested, but under her persistent in...istence, I relented. On some level, I wanted to do these things. I ordered a piece of chocolate cake. I ran the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and chatted on-line with Sarah waiting anxiously. I did not know if the delivery person would be male or female. Since I have never had a physical encounter with a woman, the possibilities intrigued me.. "What sort of fun" I replied, playing the innocent. "I think you know" came the response, at the same time he placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. Then he took it away for a moment only to put it back, stroking my thigh then straying to my now rapidly hardening cock. Without warning he suddenly pulled the car off the road, came to a halt and said "here's a good place". Once we were stopped he took my (slightly shaking) and placed it on the large bulge in his trousers. "Get him. And then his heart rate started to drop. It came back up in a few seconds, but it went down again with each contraction, and starting coming back to baseline more and more slowly. Finally, it did not come back up. I stood watching a line on a graph revealing my child’s mortal peril. The L&D staff hurried about their tasks with urgency and professional calm, preparing her for what was necessary. I need to be strong I told myself, she needs me to be calm and supportive. I looked in her eyes and. ’ ‘Tell me,’ she asked, ‘are your stories based on fact or are they entirely fictional.’ ‘A bit of both.’ She sat across from me and I gave her a visual assessment. She appeared to be about my age, 40ish with black hair, tightly coifed in a bun and slightly tinged with gray. She had a small face, bright blue eyes and a compact body. A rather shapely body from what I could see of it. As we rode east we conversed about the usual things, where we were from, what we had done, etc. She was.