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 ...s 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. I then entered her again.“Yessss, keep doing that. Slow,” she said. We both moaned when I got in fully. Then we watched with curiosity as I pulled out, lined myself up, and slipped all the way back in. More moans. She liked watching it go in and out of her. We were looking at each other too, sometimes, when I’d slide in, watching what the sensation did to our faces, which turned both of us on even more. We were making beautiful music with our moans. It felt so good to be able to express. We heard from and chatted online with alot of guys. Some of them really assholes and a few of them wanted an exclusive relationship. Alot of the guys we chatted with online wanted to come to our place. We figured that they were married. So the following Monday we received a response from a guy that was going to be in town the following week for business. He invited us for dinner and we thought why not. So this guy Bob was from Seattle and would get to the Bay area once a month or so. We met him. ............ I am past caring.In the taxi he does his usual trick of showing the black taxi driver the pictures and video on his phone and inviting him to stop and do the same to me if he likes, I always hate this bit as I am not drunk; sometimes they laugh it off and drop us in town................sometimes they take Simon up on the offer and I get fucked, or cum on, or sometimes depending on what video he has shown them made to drink their piss. This time the driver ignores my pleading eyes.