“Auntie Joan, I can see your wee wee!”
My skirt had split from the hem to the waistband and my own stiff cock was poking up between my legs. Okxxx The ringing phone was picked up and a husky feminine voice announced ‘Hello, are you looking for Auntie?’ The conversation that followed detailed all the services available, the hourly rate and the do’s and don’ts. A few days later they arrived, packaged in big cardboard wrappers which I took great delight in tearing off to reveal the heavy paper volumes. So, who was Geraldine Falkner and why was I in her will? “Look, Aunties had to take off her blouse and it’s all your fault. And you get your sister to play with your wee wee too?
