Chapter 50

Once the shock of their impending life-altering move sank in, Boris poured us a glass of wine as Benthe gathered some loose-leaf paper and pencil. She made two lists, nemen, take, and achterlaten, leave behind.

Everything I possessed during the war was in my rucksack, so I had no choices to make as to what to take with me. I can imagine the heartache they faced choosing between two heirlooms to take or leave behind.

As Benthe began to sort through their possessions, Boris brought out several canvas bags and clothes for wrapping breakable items. She had gone to a glassed door opening a china cabinet. She placed several items on the kitchen table, taking a cloth to wipe them off. I could see her thinking about which one to keep or let go of.

The teapot and serving plate both looked very old. She kissed the teapot, placing it on, the leave behind list. I knew she’d have to decide on many items, so I took the teapot, looking at the bottom of it. I noticed scrolled markings and an initial which looked like a W, the word delft, and 1850.

If that teapot was close to a hundred years old, I could imagine the value of the serving plate. Benthe saw me pick up the teapot, removing the lid, and I wrapped it in several cloths. I brought out my rucksack, which had mostly clothes in it, and placed the teapot in it.

“I take for you,” I said, then tried to say, “Ik neem voor jou.”

Benthe stood, giving me a big hug and kiss, so I knew the teapot meant a lot to her.

Lana came from her room, taking my hand and motioned me into it. She had me take off my jeans and wear my shorts. She placed her light blue dress out her window, then gave me a kiss and hug. I figured she wanted to go for one of her revealing walks.

She went to Boris for a moment then came to me, handing me the key to his Opel.

“Probeer de verf niet te krassen.”

“Try not to scratch the paint.” I didn’t understand what he said, but Lana laughed. She went out the door to her bedroom window, stripping off her bodice and shorts, then slipping on her dress. I took my beautiful, sexy-looking wife in my arms, kissing her, and caressing her right breast. She returned my kiss, slipping my hand inside her dress.

I opened the passenger door for her, and I had a good view of her bare pussy as she sat down.

“Vaassen,” she said.

As I drove, Lana released her tits from her dress, then took my cock and balls out of the opening. She guided my hand between her legs, and I fingered her pussy between shifts of the transmission. As I drove, she leaned closer, trying to stroke some life into my cock.

We arrived at the same small cafe where I had met her friends, and standing in front of the door was one of them, Myrthe. Lana got out of the car, greeting Myrthe with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Hallo, Richard, probeert Lana je pik te verslijten?”

“Hello, Richard, is Lana trying to wear out your cock?” She laughed lightly. I smiled and nodded, not knowing what she said.

What I did notice was her full breasts held in place by her loosely laced bodice and shapely legs below the knee-length skirt, held closed by buttons. She smiled, touching my shoulder through the open window, then got in the back seat.