All I thought aboutthe whole night was wanting to get up into hir dress and rocking hir world!But wouldn't you just know it? Maria and all hir she ga... pals just sat around and had a big pity party. However, the good news is at least I got to be the one to take hir home. And against my better judgement I got hir phone number and that was that.What we had wasn't a gay relationship. In fact the only way I finallygot Maria in the sack was to promise NOT to touch hir penis.What we had going was a. She seemed a bit lost, and I wanted to rescue her. I was nineteen at the time. My parents were sending me to visit Aunt Beatrice, whom I hadn’t seen for about ten years. She was no longer able to travel since her injury and had insisted that I spend a week with her during my summer vacation, stressing that “it would be a great experience to visit the city” and that “the young girls in Barcelona are very pretty.” I didn’t need more incentive than the thought of meeting pretty girls, and was. “Aunty…I was reading that scene, and I couldn’t control myself.I’m sorry…” “What scene was it?” she asked. I took the book from her and opened the page and gave it to her. Her eyes scanned the explicit sex scene, and her breathing became a little heavier. “Show me how you do it.” She told me, her eyes piercing me. “Aunty…I…” “Do you want me tell your mother?” I shook my head. “Then show me”. I slowly unbuckled my trouser, wriggled out of it and dropped it the floor. My undy followed. I took the. "This technology is all bollocks to me lad and they all peered intently at Mrs Cleghorn's crotch."Pity we culd not borrow Albert Kodak's Camera Obscurer and get picture." Aye lad that would give lads a laff if it were printed in Pit magazine." Don't you bloody dare Albert, thems my unmentionables and I decide who sees them, I don't want all the lads in pit looking at me, wanting to have a go at, you know"said Mrs Cleghorn dreamily."She is getting very moist again Mr Cleghorn." Stop fantasising.