“You know... touch yourself down there.”My parents always told me not to touch myself “down there” because it was dirty, and not being a rebel...ious child, I didn't.“I don't,” I said.“Are you saying you never had an orgasm, too?”“I'm not sure,” I said.“Come with me.” Grabbing a chair, she took me by the hand to her room where she told me to sit down while she jumped on her bed.“Right, do you know where all your “bits” are: labia, clitoris, vagina?"“Yes, I think so."“Do you ever get a warm wet. After a stint washing up in the kitchen, I was offered the chance to serve in the bar – pleasanter and more lucrative. The four-till-midnight shift on Saturday was hard work, but Sunday’s eleven-till-seven was quite relaxing once the lunchtime crowd had departed.Alice and her husband were Sunday regulars. I’m ashamed to say I’ve forgotten their surname – MacArthur, McAndrew maybe, I just can’t remember. Everyone, including his wife, simply called him Mac. Mac was a building contractor, a. She was watching English movies, she asked me to sit next to her in the couch, she informed aunt n uncle went for shopping n will be back only at 11, I was happy. There was a hot scene in TV n she put her legs crossed n was shaking, suddenly she kept her hands on my legs n was brushing the hair I was becoming hot n she too, slowly she moved to my thighs, my penis had become big by now n she noticed it.She caught my hand n kept on her thighs n was massaging, she closed her eyes n started to. “Can you manage to sit in your chair by the window?”“I think I can, why?”“I have a Christmas present surprise for you. Keep looking out the window. Be right back!” He kissed her quickly and hurried to the parking lot.Grant determined where Jennifer’s window was and walked Max back and forth for her to see him. He let him sniff her hat, and he became very excited, whimpering and whining. Grant gently had him sit, and paws on his knee tried to point his head towards her fourth-floor window. Grant.