..big dark nipples, and a fat little pussy with a grey bush), she called me. We talked for a good while, the whole time my cock about to explode at t...e thought of her naked. She was a little hesitant, but finally agreed to come over to my condo last Saturday afternoon. I met her at the curb and almost came when we hugged and she brushed her hand against the huge bulge of my cock through my shorts. I led her up to my place and we sat on the couch, sipping iced tea and shooting the shit.. And keep the place tidy. No wild parties." And no loose women," my father had laughed."Be careful who you open the door to," was my mother's final advice.It all looked good. Late nights at the local pubs with some pals, late sleep-in mornings. Eating when I felt like it. Going to the cinema, keeping my eye open for a chance with the girl to help me lose my cherry before I reached university. Trouble was, I didn't know how. None of the girls I had tried to get "into the long grass" would have. I'll book a visit to the doctor's and we can let him have a look."Needless to say, the NHS worked at its usual snail's pace. I couldhave a consultation in two weeks if it was an emergency (Ha! I'd bedead by then!) or three weeks otherwise.By the time we had worked out who was available and when, it wasnearly a month later before I was marched into the surgery by Mum.It would have been bad enough showing the regular doctor my sproutingchest, but no! It was a locum! A female locum at that!"Now. .." Quite, Agnes dear. Should we alert the bishop?" said her friend."I don't think so. Not yet. Perhaps we ought to keep a close eye on the two young men and Mary. Surely the vicar would not tolerate a blatant sexual relationship under his own roof? We must be careful not to see evil where none exists but also be ready to warn Bishop Carmine of any potential scandal," said Agnes. "I can see the vicar's house from my veranda with my binoculars. If we had a telescope..." Leave it to me. I have a.