Dutch Treat Ch 02
All names, and most of the detail in this story is fictitious. If I’ve accidentally used your name, my apologies. Sophia and I tumbled over and under each other in bed. It was a delightful afternoon, but eventually we were tired and hungry, or hungry and tired. I was too bleary-eyed to know which came first. ‘Room service?’ ‘Yes!’ Sophia was eager to hear the rest of the story about my Dutch friends and their adventures. We washed up and robed ourselves in the time it took for our order to...