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. “Don’t worry, Liz. I’ll always know when you’re husband isn’t around.” He said teasing me. Actually I was excited by his answer, but I never put it in my tone that excitement. Then our conversation dragged along to casual chat until I sensed that his theme had already got into “I could still remember......” and he’d bring me into “do you still remember?” questions until he would go into detail how’d he love to undress me, that he missed those days when we would kiss passionately for hours, and. She was no ravingbeauty but terrifyingly the feminized Jack was more attractive thanBill's wife, and almost as good-looking as last night's hooker.Bill gave Steve a self-satisfied smirk and said, "Steve you're quitedevious. I'd expect a plan like this from a lawyer. Now get on with thereport."Steve skimmed through the academic records. "In math and science, he wasalways in the top of his class. He was offered a fellowship in computerscience upon graduation, but opted to go into business,. Well, about 4 years ago she came home from work early one day and caught my father in bed with another man. To make it even worse, they were in her bed and my father was on his hands and knees, as Mom described it. She said he was on his hands and knees moaning like a whore are begging to have his butt reamed like a filthy slut. She said the man was brutalizing my father and the more brutal he got the more my father begged for it. She said she heard the man say, 'I'm going make you sit in a.