Another Policeman
Just remembered this. Lost count of the duff shags, by the way.

We're back on the Isle of Wight.

His name was Dave or something. Real fit too, looked a bit like George Michael before I found out he was gay. You know what I mean. I quite like men in uniform even if they are the police, I even insisted he kept his hat on as well........anyway my mother and horrid stepfather were out one day so I took him back there. We started kissing and all that, then he went due south and started kissing me there, god it was wonderful, I thought I'm on a real winner here. I went to go due south on him but he wouldn't let me, I thought, well, you tease, hey ho, wtf, so then he took off his jeans and to save embarrasing him I didn't look down, just in case there was something wrong. I think you instinctively know when something isn't quite right.

Now, I've been told I have a tight whotsit and good muscular excercises keep it that way. So, without me touching him, he mounted me.

I thought : where is he ?

It was the size of one of the smallest wild mushrooms I found in the New Forest last Autumn......
( Tiggy the diver, Wed 20 Jun 2007, 12:20, Reply)