In my young innocence, I even remember my mother telling me off for staring at them! In response, the women would often give me a little smile or poli...te laugh as they stripped nude to head for a shower or dry off. There would be girls of about my age too, but it was the grown-up women I was most interested in watching. I would see their naked bums as they toweled themselves dry, then turn around with their breasts and (being the 80s) full bushes of pubic hair between their legs visible to me.. She goes in one cubicle and I go in the one next to it.I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow !!!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn't notice another guy come in and. I called Frank, and asked him to come around before he went home, he was actually stood outside his house when I had made my call, he was there in 2 minutes. ‘What’s up buddy?’ he said on greeting me. I went for it, ‘you know how we both want to get our mothers into the sack?’ ‘Yea like every fucking day man, so what’s new.’ I looked at him square in the eye, and said, ‘well, today I got mine, I’ve beaten you to it you loser!’ and I grinned at him. He slumped on to a chair in our kitchen. ‘You. The memories would drown her in the basin. She waslost. She lost."Remember." The room shook with the Voice's impatience.One of the babysitters found us in the attic. I was reading, and myfriend was touching me. We were trying to be like the pictures, butnone of us was the boy. We needed a boy to finish the picture. We hidin shame, but she wasn't angry. Why wasn't she angry? She tied me to achair. She touched me. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't make itstop. I was powerless. The others girls.