I could hardly wait for her to come home and 30 minutes later she arrived. I was impatient not to waste any time,but also did not want to rush .her an... spoil things. Feeling relaxed at the end of the working week,luckily she was also feeling randy. We ate drank wine and sort of did our usual flirting and she went up to change in the bathroom. I went to the bedroom, set the camera recording, took the container from inside my shirt and carefully opened the lid. The strangers sperm half filling. As if the heat could penetrate the bulk. Pulled by a motor not my own, I glide across the kitchen like I'm on the Staten Island Ferry approaching the twin towers of the World Trade Center. One bag is soaked through with little squares of grease that do look just like rows of tiny windows. That'll be the fries I guessed correctly. Some of the burgers in the other bag actually had wax paper wrappings, which--as you well know-- is economically not a good sign. One might think there were no dinner. It was huge. It was a converted bedroom with sinks on both sides along with mirrors on both walls beneath the four sinks. It was astounding and she wondered to herself does he need all that? Really, come on now. What kind of man needs this, she asked her self. Ohhh well, it didn’t matter because here she was, dressed to the nines herself, in a casual skirt and playful looking top, and in minutes, possibly seconds all that would disappear because both of them would be naked and playing around in. She laughed and it was pure music to hear.“It’s okay.” I heard myself say. “Well can I help in any way?” She managed to ask as she stifled her giggles. I couldn’t help it, I laughed to, knowing how silly it looked, with me hopping from foot to foot, clutching my flies like they were on fire.“Alice.” She held her hand out.“Um… Robert… pleased to meet you.” I couldn’t shake hands right at that moment. I still had the cup in one and my trousers in the other.“Please let me buy you another coffee.”.