Her hand ran down to his cock and caressed it softly.Afzal's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches long and only slightly... fatter then her husband's. But still it was impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It quickly swelled again and she wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking the big shaft.Afzal woke up to see her head moving down to his cock. He watched her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, but willingly. She hadn't fucked the guy. She hadn't even kissed him. All she was actually guilty of was writing some messages to an old flame. No, it was worse than that. How did Jimmy Carter say it?Jane had lust in her heart. That made it just as bad as if she had actually done something. She was having an emotional affair with some clown from her past. She was spending time and effort on her relationship with him that could have been spent on us.At the same time, maybe it was just a harmless fantasy.. Both Rachel and Kate were deeply moved as they wandered through the annexe where the famous diary had been written. There was also an exhibition of period photographs, extracts from the diary, newspaper cuttings and documents relating to the German occupation. They were quiet on the walk back to the hotel, both of them lost in their own thoughts of what it must have been like for a young, lively girl to be cooped up for such a long time. All through the day complete silence had to be. The women in the bar were dressed in expensive dresses andsuits, wearing pearls and diamonds, had beautifully manicured handsand feet. Janice in her cheap business suit looked visiblyintimidated. As they sat on comfortable couches and love seats, Justinordered appletini for her and a scotch for himself. Few women hadalready come over and talked to him while throwing disdainful looks atJanice."Gosh! Where have you been dear?" a young, asian girl asked Justinwith her hand on his knee."Just.