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 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. Alas, despite my compelling performance in front of the employer in which I had myself convinced I was management material, my roleplay couldn't overcome the reality of my lack of experience and qualifications. Disheartened at another dead end interview, I decided to linger downtown in order to delay telling Patrick the bad news. I nestled on a bench in one of the city's parks, idling for what seemed to be hours. I was at a loss as to what would be my next step, and struggled with the idea. She stops me and pulls my head to hers as we embrace with a sweet kiss, I slide her g-string off as I lightly rub my fingers over her dripping wet pussy and she makes a sharp inhale as I do so. I get on my knees next to the bed and I first just gaze at the wonderful sight in front of me for a second then I start kissing her thigh up to her pussy and I lightly lick the length of it and I feel her shudder with excitement then I find her clit as I start an all out assault on it as she starts to. And he did. In four permutations of cock-in-pussy positions, he gave his cock to me completely and then he crumpled into a heap when he was done.He fucked me differently than Joshua. His ardent pounding gave me a continuing orgasm. Not better or worse, different. The orgasms were intense and he wrenched every bit of self-esteem from me until I became a wanton slut under his assault and I surrendered my pussy completely to his cock.I opened my legs and showed Joshua how Beau’s cum was leaking.