I slept, but right on the edge of wakefulness, my eyes opening at any sound, no matter how small. As the sun crested the horizon, I was wide awake, an...d ready for the first sign of trouble. I heard the farmers rising, beginning to tackle the chores of their farms and relaxed when nobody came in the barn. Around noon I heard the door open, the creaky hinges making a racket in the quiet barn; on alert, I watched as a young woman gathered up a rake, basket, and small shovel, then left. Leaving the. At the top, Anna unfolded the copy of the map she had been given at the Museum of Communism and compared it to the streets below. It was late December and the morning sun had not yet melted the overnight snow on the westerly facing roofs. The Paris of Eastern Europe had survived communism and remained the romantic city of charm and color that Kafka and Dvorak had known.The only communist era building Anna could see from the church roof was the hotel she was staying in. "Stay at the Hilton. She will wake after a couple of hours with a really bad headache and go home, my spunk leaking out of her pussy and drying in her panties, she would never know. It would be better than me beating off later, blowing my wad in real pussy is always better than beating off even if she is passed out. I know my wife is not going to put out, it has been three weeks since my dick has been in that pussy. My wife is mad at me about some bullshit. It would be great to spew my spunk into Heather’s pussy, I. I was looking like my fake ID, a fake wig to change the length and color of my hair. Glasses to hide the real shape of my face, and buck teeth that were suppose to be for fun but looked too real! Colored contacts hid my eye color and loose fitting clothes to hide my body size.My reason for making the trip was done and I had planned on looking for a woman, but fate seemed to provide me one before I was really ready. Just a slight adjustment to my plan nothing I could not deal with. Klaudia.