The Sperm Donor (Part Seven)

Our encounter the next week was pure emotion. Laura was the type of woman I had dreamed of all my life.She returned my affection. At least that was the impression I had."Can I visit you from time to time?" she asked me at the end of the second therapy.In the following weeks she was always with me from Friday to Saturday. We talked a lot about life, ate pizza or sushi, drank wine or tea, and were almost like lovers. "See you next Friday!" I said as we parted."I'm afraid that won't work. I'm on a university field trip then, from Thursday to Tuesday," she said. "But a friend of mine would love to meet you..."I stumbled."A friend? What's her name?""I'm Anadolu Yakası Escort not going to tell you. But you'll like her!"The following Friday, Amaya stood in my doorway.Her dark, almond-shaped eyes captivated me on the spot.We drank green tea and chatted a bit.She had come to Germany when she was ten. Her father had taken a job as an executive with a Japanese corporation in Düsseldorf.When her parents moved back to Japan eight years later, she stayed here and began studying German language and literature."Laura told you about me?" I asked. "Only good things, I hope!""Oh, yes. You're like a kind of Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan father or grandfather to her."I felt a twinge in my gut.She sensed my disappointment. But it was clear to me that I would not be a long-term partner for Laura. I had retained that much sense of reality."She also told me what wonderful feelings you trigger in her. That's why I'm here. I want to sleep with you."Amaya and Laura were completely different. Here the reddish-blonde, somewhat pale and freckled Laura, there Amaya with her pitch-black hair, almond eyes and darker skin.In stature, however, they resembled each Escort Anadolu Yakası other. Both were petite and very slender."Can I try the hot tub?" Amaya asked suddenly."Sure thing," I said. "I'll get you a bathing suit and a towel."I don't need a swimsuit, but a towel would be great," she replied.When she came out of the hot tub, she took a quick shower in the outdoor shower and then joined me.She had goosebumps and her little nipples were stealing my mind. I covered us with a fleece blanket.I will not reveal a detailed description of the following twenty-four hours here. Only this much: we slept together twice. She fucked my face once. It was like heaven."What can I do to please you?" she asked.I knew something, but didn't dare to say it."You'd like to cum on my face, right?"She seemed to be able to read my mind.The thought had crossed my mind again and again, but I would never have dared to voice it.A pause arose."Now, would you like to wet my face with your semen or not?"