’ ‘Yes.’ She paused. ‘You will call me, won’t you?’ ‘Of course. Tomorrow too early?’ ‘Depends on what time.’ ‘Oh, after breakfas... at least.’ She laughed and we parted. ‘Who was that nice girl you were talking to?’ My Nan asked. ‘A girl I met on the plane Nan.’ A sudden thought struck me. ‘I said I’d call her while we were here, that will be all right won’t it?’ She smiled benevolently at me and ruffled my hair as she had done for years. ‘Of course you can Robert. It’s nice to see two people. Aren’t you from Mobile, Mo? Tell me, do men refer to women as peach trees or perhaps peaches where you come from. No? Shaking your head again. You seem very vociferous about that Mo, even in your silence.“So, climbing the peach tree is probably about sex, and this man, this stranger-and-not-Mo person, is talking about having sex with a woman who is obviously not his wife or girlfriend as he refers to a woman exacting retribution from him if she ever discovered he had cheated on her.”I rolled. I slowed my rhythm, released my grip on her arms and slid my hand down her back. She looked panicked, “please don’t stop, please, my pussy is throbbing” “beg me slut, beg me to make you cum”, “please daddy, please make me cum, I will do anything you want”. As she starts to beg, her tiny hip is thrusting into my finger, she is literally fucking herself with my finger, “anything?” “yes, please daddy, it feels so good”, I brought my right hand to her face and her lick my fingers, I could feel. Tamara has no clue what she is expected to do. Excited, she follows Petra to the studio. She sees many mirrors, a big bed and an armchair from the back with Professor Peter. She steps inside and walks up behind his chair, while Petra pops up right in front of him. She smells the typical smoke from his funny cigarettes and assumes similar substances spiced up that chocolate cake. Pretty Petra spreads her legs and lets her pussy come close to his nose. She spreads her love lips. Professor Peter.