Likethe rest of us little cock-hungry pantyboys, Judystarted life as an icky boy. Her name was even icky ?Harold. If any of you readers named Harold a...e mad atme for saying that about your name, maybe I can makeit up to you. Anyway, let me tell you all about Harold the Dull andhow he became the little sexpot angel Judy. Get yourtissues ready because it's a very stimulating story.Chapter One ? DullHarold's life before his 18th birthday was very dull.Contrast that with Judy's life, where she's. We had been good bed-mates for each other, and we’d both certainly enjoyed our enthusiastic couplings. As with Lori and Evie, Nancy and Barb (Poolside Ch. 02) were just two women with whom I had sex – but without any emotional attachment. I didn’t even particularly like Nancy and Barb, although I did like Lori and Evie. Nancy and Barb were haughty rich bitches, but I’d managed to do what I wanted – which was to fuck them so enthusiastically that they completely lost control and almost passed. .. whatever" was intoned with a littlemore alarm as he knew his Mother usually turned such a statement into afull shaming for him, but more importantly despite some of his leatherstraps being quite severe, he was really more terrified of the dreadedbath brush.It was long, hard and heavy and it impacted so "perfectly" with his barebottom as the Martinet put it. But it also stung something terrible andhis Mother Dearest seemed to like using it for an exceptionally lengthytime. So what may have. ”He handed me a thick envelope. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to open it right then and I gave him a confused look.“Go on, open it,” he urged me.I did and I was awestruck when I saw what he had in store for us. Inside the envelop were first class plane tickets to Curacao, the biggest island of the Netherlands Antilles and reservations for the best hotel on the island. We’d still be able to speak Dutch there, while being on a tropical island at the same time. Speaking English wasn’t a big.