We were happy with that and that's how it went. 1988 was the year in fact that became the year that i realised no matter what age women are, they all ...che for sex.My Auntie Dawn, this year was one of them. She had split from her husband, her second husband as it was. He was a controlling bully - to the extent that at one of our Family BBQ's, my chilled out Dad had my Uncle Tony by his collars and marched him to his car, sick of his attitude being there. She moved nearby to us and started. The goddess...he was looking downthrough the eyes of the goddess. It...everything was wrong. His soulhurt. His mind was crumbling, his heart was broken, he just wanted todie. He didn't understand what was happening, he just felt pain andsorrow in every inch of his consciousness.Cas cried, her delicate form trembling as she lacked even the strength tocurl up in to a ball. It was just all too much, and she wanted it to goaway. She tried to let out a wail, but it only came out as a wimper. Aweak. Then came the day that turned my life around. We were on a visit to an aunt when a cousin asked me if I knew how to "jack-off". "Jack off?" I said, "What’s that?" "Give me your finger," he told me, "I’ll show you." He proceeded to show me how to grasp my cock and stroke it. I filed the information away as of some interest and to be investigated further later on, and went about my activities. Later that day, I was in the tub and happened to remember what the cousin had said. I tried this new. "Not yet, she?s still missing twoimportant parts, if you know what i mean!" I didn?t know, what shemeant. I was cold and glad, when she offered me a cute white blouse toput on. I was a little uncomfortable in the shorts, Jenna had given meearlier. They were a little to loose for my taste. I was proud on myhourglass figure with the matching bubble-butt und did not want to hidethat on a friday night in the club. But then i realized, that i wasflat-chested as a boy. I frowned at the thought,.