I was halfway through my sixteenth year and the nearest I had got was fingering a girl roughly the same age. I suppose it was down to lack of confiden...e but I had kissed a few girls.It all changed on two nights in February 1969. I received a phone call from a girl who said that she had met me at a certain pub in Birmingham town centre. I knew then that she was lying as I had never been there. The phone call itself didn’t surprise me too much as at the time one of my mates had got into the habit. I tried to play with her pussy but she quickly snapped back at me and said her cunt was reserved for the paying black customers…My sexy wife admitted she was very nervous but felt confident enough hiding behind the role she was about to play tonight, pretending to be a real slutty stripper…When Ana finally emerged from the bathroom, she looked hot…She was wearing a silky sheer sleeveless button down red top. Under that sexy top, I could barely see she was also wearing a skimpy red open bust. Jessup looked up and smiled at me. I jumped down and was going to run away, but she came to the back door from the hallway and stopped me. “Jimmy, you know something? I’m rather proud you like looking at me. Do you think I’m pretty, Jimmy?” “Oh wow, Mrs. Jessup, you’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest woman I know. I’m sorry for being so bad, but I love looking at you. I really do.” “If that’s the way you feel Jimmy then we should do something about it. Come with me into my bedroom. I’m going to. His body absorbed the light from the moons, gathered the greys and shadows and cool silvers, then used them to carve the statue of a man from the granite heart of the mountains of Ideren. The blond of his hair had disappeared into shining silver; his nipples were iron coins; the belly that should have turned him into a creature of pity, shown him for what he once was and would never be again, seemed in that moment a right part of him, a part of what he is, which is the sum of all that he has.