So now you're sitting here the first in your life with a "psychiatrist". Am I mad at all, I thought. Well if I don´t like it here then I'll never com...e again. Many thoughts went through my head. Can I ever tell him anything, would he send me to the loony bin? After 20 minutes, the receptionist came back and opened the door. "So Mr. Müller now it's Your turn now, You must come with me." With a self-satisfied smile and a polite gesture, she asked me to follow her. She walked in front of me and her. She said to have it at her place and I agreed.When at her place, it was a second home to me. So I was sitting and switched on some music. She went and changed into a pair of shorts and a top and brought two cups of coffee. As we spoke over the coffee she was sitting next to me.She told me that she had seen me and my wife once getting cozy and that my wife is very lucky. I told her that it’s been a long time now. With the baby, we hardly have been together. I also gave her ideas to seduce Jot. If he wants to go, he should go. Shit, even I wanted to leave this fucking country someday.After numerous messages and attempts to call him, I just stopped and realized that I should get the hint that he wants to be alone. All his stuff was here, and he has an appointment with the officials tomorrow where he needs to have me to translate for him. He will come back. I will get my shit straight and finish with what I started.The evening came and so did he. Without any words he just went by me and. I was kind of surprised at that, but led her down the hall to their room. She looked around the room, pulled back the blanket and sniffed the sheets a bit. "These aren't fresh sheets. I think they fucked this morning Peter. Let's add to the scent shall we?"I thought about my mother taking my Dad's cock into her this morning. I didn't know they had fucked, but wasn't surprised after Mother's recent interests had been revealed to me. I stripped and was naked before Mrs. Wilson had so much.