But as I found out the following night, a fifth year at Pontiac would not meet the approval of Kelley. "What's your summer schedule?" she asked."I don...'t know. Mr. Oldham never tells me his plans for me until I'm home for the summer." Can we find out if you'll be traveling? I have one date in Seattle for the groundbreaking ceremony, but otherwise, my schedule is flexible."When I couldn't offer much hope of learning Mr. Oldham's plans for me until I got ready to tell me, she said she would talk. "What?" I ask, taking a bite."I told him I heard matcha ice was... what is the word when it's a food that makes you want to have sex?" There are two other customers in here – a young couple near enough that they just may be able to hear what we're saying over the hum of the equipment in the store."Aphrodisiac?" Yes, that. He said he didn't know about that. I said we were going to have sex after this, and I could let him know." You did not say that." Sure I did. What, is talking dirty getting. “Of course, me!”“That sounds like fun,” I replied.“Where are you staying?”“The Tulip Inn on Spuistraat.”“Sunday at 9:00am?” she asked.“Sure, why not?”“Good. I need to get back to my friends. See you Sunday morning in the lobby at 9:00am.”“See you then,” I agreed.I finished my drink and headed back to the hotel. I stripped off the shirt and rinsed it in the sink, and realized that my arm was sticky, so I took a quick shower, then hung the shirt to drip dry in the shower. I wasn’t tired, so I put. You molded your body to his and dry humped on the dance floor. It was a warm night and you were being sexed up on the dance floor. I was at our table and very turned on. When you got back to the table your nipples were hard and your face flush with desire. We got back on the dance floor and I pulled you to me and whispered how much I loved you and your sexy dancing. Soon we were dry humping and kissing. Then the dance music changed into a Conga. We got in line and you held onto the hips of one.