“I swear that the following is true,” claims D.D. “I visited London and I went to a club. Sitting at one table was a beautiful girl with her friends. I was sure that I knew her. When she stood up to go to the ladies rest room, I saw her side-on, and as I watched her, I saw that she had on a tight T-shirt. It was the size of her tits, though, that made me hard almost immediately. I was 99% sure of who she was, so I walked across the room and took long steps so that I would pass the ladies room just before she got there. I was right. I did recognize her. Believe it or not, it was Nicole Peters. As I got to the door of the ladies, I stopped to let her pass. As she drew level with me, I asked her if she would let me have her autograph because, I said, I had never met such a spectacularly pretty-faced model before. She looked at me and then smiled. I was glad for the semi-darkness because by now, my face was purple. She was so down-to-earth and unpretentious. I said, ‘I'm sorry, but you are Nicole Peters, aren't you?' ‘I'm Nicole,' she said. ‘What gave me away?' It was noisy with the music playing. ‘Pardon?' I said. She moved closer to me so she could shout into my ear. At around 5'3″, Nicole would have had to stand on her toes to talk into my ear, so instead, I bent forward so my left ear was level with her sexy mouth. That also allowed me to look at those tits of hers as she shouted into my ear. I have to say that looking at a beautiful girl in a magazine does not prepare one for what she looks like in the flesh. Nicole Peters is, as we all know, a beauty. I know that she is one of the nicest, most caring and funniest girls you can ever meet.”
