One man did see me once. He was a tramp sheltering in an arch way. I had to go through that very arch way, or risk going through the town centre, wher... even at 4 am there would be the odd drunk or the street cleaners. The tramp, saw me before I saw him, I jumped a mile when he asked me for a cigarette. In the dark with my umbrella up hiding my face, I managed to get my cigarette packet out and give him one. He puffed on the cigarette, and I watched his eyes roll up my legs. A hand came out, and. He was fully erect ... n well bigger than me ..."like what u see ? " he said ...i put my hands around it .. it was warm n twitched in my hands ..."ur touch feels good" he said then i started to stroke him too.. he closed his eyes n let out a sigh .. i could see he was enjoying it ...after a while he made me lie on the bed ... n climed over me .. he opened his shirt .. then mine ... lied over me .. n started kising me all over ...he kissed on my nipples n licked it too... n he held me tightly n. On the two large sofas and standing around the room were the guys. Again, Carrie gave me a questioning look. "You know how we were talking the other night about your fantasy. Well tonight, you get to live your fantasy. I've arranged this special birthday treat for you. Happy birthday my love." I said to Carrie. Then the penny dropped. Carrie threw her hands up to her face and blushed noticeably as the dawning realisation sunk in. She turned to me and her eyes widened in shock. "I can't. I'm willing to give you everything, anything..."I felt goosebumps. That was too good to be true. I would never imagine such lines coming out of a teenage girl's mouth. She was supposed to be discovering her blossoming sexuality little by little, to play with it, to use it, to test its effects on the boys around her, to suffer from its disillusions and learn from it, move on, grow up... But Ava… I knew I played an essential part in her life; I was the one constant thing she could hold on to. It.