Hoda looks through Harold's instagram.

Harold texted Hoda again.

be there in about 15ish?

Fifteen minutes wouldn't be too long, Hoda thought. She opened Instagram which was an app she often used to pass the time. For a moment, Hoda was afraid that she had forgotten what Harold looked like. They had been lovers for a few months now so of course she knew his face and body and some parts of his mind, but sometimes Hoda got this strange panic that she couldn't draw a picture of him from memory, that she didn't know what his face looked like until it was right in front of her. Hoda typed in Harold's account name into the search bar.

hairyharry13

It was funny that Harold's Instagram account name was hairyharry13 because he actually wasn't that hairy at all and no one ever called him Harry. Hoda wondered if maybe an ex-girlfriend had called Harold Harry. She felt anxious all over again and started scrolling far back into his account to try to find pictures of a girl that might have called him Harry at some point.

She came across a picture of a girl who sort of looked like her but taller and a little older maybe. Hoda brought the iphone 5s closer to her face to look at the picture more closely. Hoda felt a little sick. Did all of Harold's lovers look the same? Did this girl call him Harry? Hoda read the caption.

my cousin katie

Hoda breathed a sigh of relief. The girl was only his cousin. Then Hoda felt a little panicked again. Did Harold find his cousin Katie attractive but couldn't do anything about it because she was his cousin so he sought Hoda out as a way to live this fantasy through the best he could? When he was inserting his throbbing cock into Hoda's slippery cunt did he imagine that the slippery cunt was actually Katie's? Hoda felt this might be a dangerous road to go down in her own mind. Hoda tried to stop the thought train from going any further. She closed Instagram and locked her phone.

Very suddenly Hoda realized that it might have made more sense for her to go to Harold as opposed to him coming to her. They were going for a drive in her brand new 2016 Honda Fit, after all. He was going to have to park his car, a 2010 Honda Civic (yes, they both drove Hondas), on this random side street and then pick it up later when they were done. It made no sense. Hoda felt anxious. Should she call Harold and tell him? It had already been about ten minutes or so he might already be here. Hoda's mind raced and her vagina pulsed slowly far away from where her attention could reach it.