Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tacticall... parted wrap around skirt. On another, we fuck like mink, buck naked, on the altar of a Catholic church under renovation.( Another story in and of itself.) We were standing in line on the sharply rising steps of our favorite disreputable Chinese restaurant when I heard an alto voice behind me say hello. Turning, I saw the lovely face of the. He moaned about not having been informed before ringing Stephen Kenny to verify my credentials. I took an instant dislike to him. My initial thoughts were that he was an arse-licker or bully according to whoever he was with at the time.After more complaints about my being there, he took me into the main office and sought out a specific young girl who appeared to be in her late teens. Reinforcing my first impression, he was very condescending to her and made a number of sexual innuendos that I. The more he spoke with that accent, the slicker my pussy got. His appearance did not go unnoticed by my friends further away in the department store. I was eager to meet him where my friends wouldn’t be rolling their eyes behind us. Suddenly he picked a fallen leaf out of my hair, gently brushing his hand against my neck as if he didn’t mean to. He was so close to me I could smell the warm luring scent of his skin. “Birch,” I stuttered. We said goodbye and I started waiting for the day to end. I was 6'7, just finished playing Rugby, was quite active and ate the right things etc.So, this occasion was July 1988, I was chilling at home in the Garden, my folks were both working and my siblings were both at school. We pretty much lived our own lives apart from each other. 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 ache for sex.My Auntie Dawn, this year was one of them. She had split.