Her fingers wandered along my inner groin, around the perimeter of my genitalia, even venturing deeper towards my anus. It took everything I had not t... squirm visibly at her sensual touch. Eventually her wandering hand settled around my confined sex organs and she gently played with the one exposed part; my little ballsack. It was the best thing I'd felt all day. Finally my girlfriend was pleasuring me like she used to. But there were two problems: 1) I was still locked up and could not get. ‘Lasair o Donnabhain’ I say, but she just looks at me. She puts a hand to her chest. ‘Ros.’ she says, and then writes it down. ‘Row-z’ she says again, slowly, pronouncing it. The paper reads R-o-s-e. Now I understand, she doesn’t know the Gaelic pronunciations, and I can’t write in English. She needs me to tell her, slowly. ‘Los-ir’ I say, pointing to myself, and the name on the paper. She scribbles something underneath my name, probably the phonetic pronunciation. I point to my last name. ‘Oh. “Hell raced through my foolish young mind.I stood dead still for some time not acknowledging the fact I was buck naked standing just inside the front door with its upper panel of glass giving possible viewing pleasure as I stood there penis in hand. But I didn’t move as I just kept staring down that heater vent hoping for absolution. I wondered if I’d lost something important from my body. I was so shaken. Finally I vowed NEVER TO DO THAT AGAIN.There was an old “Johnny Joke”. Teacher: “If you. "Thank you." I sighed, rubbing my wrists.She suddenly put her fingers to her pussy, which was looking a little bit puffy, she casually rubbed between her silky slits and then put her fingertips to her nose and softly sniffed. She pleasantly smiled."Can you smell that, baby?" She asked, looking down at me."What, my love?" I asked, a little puzzled but very turned on."Smell my pussy." She instructed."Um, ok..." I responded, still puzzled. I turned onto my side, looking right at her gorgeous pussy.