‘Where the hell have you been?’ Mike hissed, grabbing her by the elbow, and pulling her down onto the high stool next to him. ‘I’ve been waiti...g here for over an hour!’ ‘Shut up and buy me a white wine!’ she ordered, barely able to contain her excitement. All that sex had made her thirsty, or was it Bull’s salty cum? Mike was so surprised by her forcefulness, that he did as instructed, then sat there fuming, and tapping his fingers on the bar top, as she downed half the contents of her glass,. "Itreally doesn't matter how hard she tries, it isn't coming out. And, tomake sure, I have these special panties." I couldn't see down there with all my petticoats, but I didn't like thesound of that. I felt something being worked over my feet. It felt tightand Aunt Diana had to work it up my legs. "She has almost no hair," said the big woman, "but do you want me to getrid of it before you get the panties on her. " "Oh, what a splendid idea." The big woman commanded the girl by my head, "Get. . well lets put it this ... way ... er,” she stuttered, her eyes fluttering and sweeping over my sturdy structure, back to my crotch. “Will you let me fuck you then?”Fuuurrrck! Just like that, straight out. She grasped my hand, dragging me indoors to a bedroom at the back of her very old fashioned bungalow. In there she just started taking off her clothes. Nodding and smiling I should do the same. I stripped my T shirt off but she stopped me, coming and ripping my jeans down. I don’t wear. 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.