I picked it up.'Hi, it's Demelza. Can I come over, I want you to check some paperwork I've had from the lawyers.''Sure, ' I said.'I'll be round in abo...t half an hour.'I hung up. Barney looked a question.'Your aunt, Demelza, ' I said.He thought for a minute. 'Shall I pop out for a moment and get some chocolate in?'Demelza had always had a strong predilection for dark chocolate.'Yeah, good plan, ' I said. I handed him a tenner. 'Good stuff, mind you.'He nodded. He's a good lad, is Barney. Knows. He sighed. "Ohhh! That feels good. Move it in and out and wiggle it a bit."I wiggled it and rubbed it around, concentrating on this little nut I felt inside him (what we later found out were our prostates). "Feel my cock," he asked. I took hold of it, never having touched a dick other than my own. Of course it was wet from the shower, but it was rock hard, and long. We measured it later, and it was a full eight inches, twice mine in length, but not. You can imagine how I must have suffered from sexual passions at that age. My sister was not married then and obviously I couldn’t get married. I am a good looking guy but I am not very good at tackling girls. That was the reason I couldn’t find a sexual partner. Sometimes my friends gave me the phone numbers of prostitutes. But I never wanted to go to them because they come just for money. I wanted someone who was also burning with passions like me. My sister’s marriage was arranged we all. He asked the constable nearby what had happened. "The Bomb disposal lads have gotten very cautious sir." Was the reply. "It could be a delayed action job or a dud. These Commies they can't put together a decent bomb, not like the Jerries could, so its probably a dud."Cutting through St James Park David reached the mall. To his right, the remains of Buckingham Palace, to his immediate left Admiralty Arch and visible through it "The Citadel" or better known to those who worked in her "The.