And the sex was brilliant. Neither of us was a virgin, who is at that age these days?? John (let's call him that) was a bit of a hunk, if I may say so...myself. Half Malay, half Bajan - a strange pedigree I know, but believe me it worked perfectly. He was fit!! And the private parts... WOW!!! They were impressive!!Let me tell you a little about myself. I was born in west London to West Indian parents, so suppose I'm second generation British? Black hair, usually keep it long, but sometimes I get. That seemed to say it all and each morning when I looked into their happy, smiling faces I tried to determine which one I would give special attention to that day. They all ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-four and none of them were hindered by either spouses or boyfriends. I was not certain if that was strictly a coincidence or accomplished as a way to insure their complete obedience to the rules and regulations of a stuffy commercial bank.I had already used the ploy of selecting them in. " I mumbled to myself, "Maybe because you've been wasting your time paying attention to an ignorant, selfish bitch instead of your own daughter." "What was that?" "It was nothing. Don't worry about it." "Oh, alright." I got up, walked back over to the stove and I slid off my pajama pants. I threw them off into the living room and my father caught it in the corner of his eye. "Were those your pants, Alexandria?" I was pretending not to hear him over the loud noises of the eggs and bacon. Sexiest feeling ever. All the lads love it when I get naked. They love seeing my hairless boner swinging free in the open air.So there I was outside Cellar 5 naked and I was parading up and down, back and too past the off licence, a naked slim boy with my hairless boner swinging free in the open air. Only this time I was feeling more horny than usual. People were coming out of the off licence, men and women, and they was disgusted with me and I was getting off on being naked and showing ‘em my.