I told her that it was no big deal, and that she should just go slow and not do anything that she didn't enjoy. She cautiously reached out and wrappe... her hand around my cock, and move her hand on it like it might be a bomb about to explode. I explained to her that it was not breakable, and that she should grip it harder and stroke it with more force. I then told her that if she wanted to she could taste it and even take it into her mouth as long as she was careful not to sc**** me with her. Waiting."What?" I asked finally."Well?" Well, what?" Come on! I'm doing this for you. Didn't you come yet?" Uh, oh yeah. It was great." I had cum, but not right then. I didn't think it would be the best time to tell her it had happened in the pool watching her get out. She really was a sight to behold, and those legs... "But, but you're still hard. Why aren't you getting soft?" Oh, that." I didn't elaborate. I improvised. "Maybe it's just you." OK. I lied.She looked at me like she didn't want. Peterson is me! - I still blushI learned from her private messages that she modelled that chap Petersen to the image she had of meIndeed my apartment is a bit similar: shelves with books everywhere, many with erotica and sexuologyI have - like good old Peterson - a private collection of more explicit erotica in a special backroomI have there the old printed porn and even some spanking magazines and vintage books about the subjectI started to pay back my debt for this tribute and her lessons in. ”Entering the apartment, he stopped short and just looked. “This place is unbelievable!” he exclaimed. “Who decorated it?”“We did,” Karla replied. Looking concerned she asked, “Don’t you like it?”“Like it?“ he exclaimed. “I love it!” Looking around he realized that much of it was done in the softest leathers and fabrics. When he commented on it, Karla told him it was to keep their bottoms from being chafed but offered no further explanation.Calling out, she learned that the girls were changing..