So I guess he didn't feel threatened by me taking her home, so we left, she lived about 25 miles away from the club, and so we got to her house, Come ...n and have some coffee I said okay. She asked me to make the coffee when it finish, she wanted to go and check on the k**, so when she came back in the kitchen she had on a see through nightgown, she was a little overweight but dam!! She look good, she asked me was I uncomfortable I said no, I know he had a girl there, that's why he had you to. Petersen and young JennyI was still a newby indeed and completely naive - she needed to explain me in private about PetersenI still remember that character very well: owner of an adult bookshop in England with spanking mags!I am a muse for my first female friend: the elder gentleman Mr. 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. Mne kaha k m aa jauga but uske parents nahi hoge kya ghar par to usne kaha k uske parents business k kam.Se Chandigarh gaye hai 2din k liye and ghar par wo and uske dada dadi hai wo log niche sote hai aur raat ko upper nahi aate. Mne pucha k tumhari friend to usne kh diya k wo apne boyfriend k sath side wale room mai rahegi mne usse ye kahugi k aap mere bf hai fir usne pucha k aap jada aged to nahi lagte na to mne kaha k dnt wry m young and smart ladka hu tumhari friend ko 1% bhi doubt nahi. I breathed in the scent of her arousal. My lips to the sensitive center of her carnal body for the most intimate of kisses, I tasted the salt of her arousal on the very tip of my tongue. Her sex at my eye level, I traced the crease of her from top to bottom, my touch so very light it did not breach the fold but merely whisked along it. She arched her back again, her hips pressed toward me. I heard the sweetest of mewls from her lips. ‘And what,’ I said, ‘can we do with this?’ ‘Anything,’ she.