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One of my earliest memories as a small boy was playing at the bedside
of my mothers best friend who we called Aunt Marie¸ The family
legend was Aunt Maries parents were mixed¸ I found this easy to
believe since she had a magnificent mulatto glow to her skin¸ Aunt
Marie was laying in bed with a bad cold as my mother sat next to her
talking¸ I was playing at the foot of the bed and neither Mom or
Aunt Marie were paying any attention to me when I caught a glimpse of
something black out of the corner of my six year old eye¸ As I turned
to see what had caught my eye I realized Aunt Marie had thrown the
covers off of her legs and was lying there with a white half slip on¸
Maybe this explained why I later developed a fetish for white slips
that during the sixties could only be satisfied thumbing thru my
grandmothers True Story magazines and masturbating to the housewifes
in halfslips ironing clothes while some man from their past tried to
get their middleaged pussy juices flowing again¸ Anyway back to Aunt
Marie who at this time turned to reach something off the nightstand
and move her legs so far apart that I could see clear to Chattanooga¸
Its a shame I was so innocence at the time that I did not realize the
splendor of this occassion and if I were more sexually developed would
have creamed in my pants¸ I still cant shake the imagine of how Aunt
Maries pussy hair was so abundant that it seem to go on forever till
it reached her navel¸ After that all my childhood erotic fantasies
included fingering Aunt Maries luscious pussy since I was not mature
enough to know the pleasure in store for me by penetrating her hot
cajun pussy with my little boy dick¸ I watched a detective show on
TV where a dark haired woman was kidnapped and tied up in an attic¸
The kidnappers placed a small rubber ball in her mouth before putting
tape over her lips¸ I found it very exciting to replace the kidnapped
woman in my fantasies with my Aunt Marie knowing that I could do
anything I wanted to her and she could only grunt and moan like the
bound woman on TV¸ These feeling continued to grow each year not
finding a release from my immatue organ until one day when I was
eleven and dwelling on this sweet picture of my Aunt Marie my BVDs
were drenched by the pleasure she imprinted on my mind¸