Peterson then asked if he could get a picture taken with Jake. Helen, as she usually did in such circumstances, volunteered to snap the picture so Pet...erson and his wife could be in the shot together. In all, it was a fairly standard encounter with a fan. Unfortunately, while Jake was interacting with Peterson on the crowded platform, several other people had taken note of the conversation. Within seconds, word that Jake Kingsley (Yes, that Jake Kingsley) was standing up on top of the Eiffel. She was always so cold. She always hungered forsomeone to keep her warm, but it was never more than aselfish need. Something about this young girl excitedher. It wasn’t just the heat of her luscious body, butthe spark in her eye. She was captured electricitywaiting for someone to ground herself to. For the firsttime in ages, she felt the urge to shred this sweetgirls clothing off of her and give herself completely toher. She had rarely been unable to keep absolutecontrol. She was always. She was still a prostitute, and I was not na? enough to think that I was going to score with her for free. On the other hand, why didn’t she just tell me to take her to her car, or somewhere else, get out and abandon her promise to “make it worth my while?” What was going on? Did she want to come in to the house to rob me there? As I was thinking all of this I glanced over and realized that with her legs slightly parted I could see that Shandra was not wearing underwear, and what her pussy was. I realize that I am seeing this situation from a woman’s perspective. I am now a “she” and my body is enjoying this incredible experience with a newfound perspective. I never again have to wonder what it feels like for my wife… or to be jealous of what women in general get to enjoy and experience with a man. I am now living it. With a sudden thrust of his cock, Rob brings me back to reality and the moment at hand. I look at his face. His eyes are closed. His brow is furrowed. His teeth are.