Peter was fucking my brain with my love and my ass with his eager hard cock. Indian XXX I will no longer call you Matthew, but now you become Laura for me.” It was one of the most exciting moments of my life when I heard Peter say that he saw a little woman, a bitch, and that I would be called Laura. Peter and I were exclusive lovers for six years until his untimely death in 1986 while climbing in the Swiss Alps. The affectionate gesture by Peter caused me a thrill of exciting pleasure that made me crouch on his body and I timidly kissed his chest covered with a fragrant white shirt. I noticed two things: first, that his penis had no skin covering the head and how well shaved was his pubis; the second that Peter was not wearing underwear. The hands of Peter removed the T-shirt and I managed to make fall at my feet the short shorts, now wearing only on my body the small black panties and bra. My father would not have worried, however, as he worked day and night every day of the year, and was accustomed to my absence from home. It was a commitment that I would keep in order to study for all the years I have a scholarship. I pleasantly realized
