Seeing as I'm digging up repressed memories
I've just remembered the first time I saw a real live fanny* (that's fanny as in pussy for the Americans on here, not as in ass).

*Other than my younger sister's but that doesn't count, coz that was a quite normal and non-sexual occurence.

I was in the upper years of primary school, aged 11-ish and we were beginning to become curious about certain matters relating to our wee-ing organs. Consequently there started a spate of "debreekings", which was a made up Scots word for forcible removal of a person's trousers and also underpants if possible. I personally avoided this by successfully fending off my assailants (I was a rotund kid and bodyweight won over skill - also I only had a wee baldy half-incher at the time that I didn't want anyone to see).

However, one girl, who we'll call Ann for obvious reasons, wasn't so lucky. She was grabbed by a bunch of randy kids (male and female, I should add) who whipped off her skirt and attempted to get her pants off too. She grabbed the waistband of her panties in an ultimately successful attempt to retain them on her person, but the force required to do so caused them to ride right the way up her front-bottom cleft, with the result that everything became visible, proto-pubes and all.

I hasten to add that I was not one of the active participants in this event, merely an observer.

I've now just realised that I've just admitted for the first time to being a witness to the sexual assault of an 11 year old girl. Jeez, I'm going to hell this week. I feel quite disturbed now - seriously.

Length? Told you already - half an inch. Well, it was then...
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 5 Sep 2007, 14:47, Reply)