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Description: Dutch slut Janneke showing her pussy
Dutch slut Janneke showing her pussy
At the greengrocer’s stand, Just and Janneke choose their fresh fruit and vegetables for the week, while at the cheesemonger, they order thick slices of handmade Dutch cheese cut from huge yellow rounds with a wire. We collect our bikes and walk to the bakery, weaving through Saturday shoppers before propping them against a large shop window filled with gaudy birthday cakes.
Inside, the bakery is a very traditional Dutch affair. Shelves are stacked with fruit loaves, latticed apple pies, puff pastry cakes and tompouce, a mille-feuille smeared with smooth pink icing. Janneke picks up a packet of dark brown, button-sized, spiced pepernoten cookies for us to have with coffee, and we head back outside.
We cycle home, riding behind one another on the main road skirting Scheveningen Woods, then three abreast along Archipelbuurt’s impressive wide, red-brick avenues. The houses here are the neo-Renaissance-style mansions that were popular with expats returning from the colonial Dutch East Indies; the streets are named after Indonesian islands. Eventually, we reach the rather more modest-looking neighbourhood of Duinoord and turn down a quiet, leafy street of terraced townhouses. Just and Janneke stop outside a beautiful arched shop window that takes up almost the entire width of the building. They climb off their bikes, unload their bags and the boys, and lock their bicycles to a bright green mop top tree outside. Janneke points to a sunshine-yellow bench directly in front of the sparkling clean window and smiles: “That’s where we like to sit in summer.”


















