I started my huge collection of 'dirty mags' when I was still at school, and it was at that time that I first had the experiences of girls making me c...m in my pants seeing them show their knickers or in a bulging top. That was also happening when I saw girls showing on TV, and even when I was looking at photos in my magazines. I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne's amateur. It shook her to her core as that became so clear to her, yet at the same time, the realization of it calmed her. Grinning wryly, she now understood her first misunderstanding of what he said he preferred to be called. He had told her, from the very first time they had met. "Master Smith." He had instinctively known about her need then and had been so patient with her.Unbelievably, Harold didn't want sex from her. He didn't even undress before he went to bed. He acted like the sheets were dirty. Off we went....We got there just after it had got dark. The security gates opened and we drove into their driveway. The house was even better up close than the photo we had seen on the computer. And the car on the driveway - A 6 month old Mercedes S-Class with a personal plate on it. Mike & Julie were doing very nicely for themselves....We knocked on the door, and shortly Julie opened it wearing a stunning tight-fitting white evening dress with a strap over one shoulder. She clearly wasn't. He was bored of standing around seeing me flirt with paedophiles and end up having sex with them. I did as he wished and spent the next few days taking a break. It scared me that my body and even mind was craving after a pedo cock. I knew that this meant that I was no more than a pussy boy. I was a gay boy!One day, my little brother told me to come with him. We went out of the park and to a TV shop. We went in and pretended we were looking at the TV. After 10 minutes, there was a special report.