Harry Richman

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Jemma herself, who, before her marriage, some years previously, was a pretty girl of eighteen, a maid in my father's house. Being of a generous and affectionate nature, she had been no niggard with her charms, and many a time as a boy of fourteen she had let me creep into her bed, or she had come to mine and had let me revel to my heart's content in her glorious golden-haired cunt. She did not get my maidenhead. That had been taken when I was about ten by my young nurse, a pretty girl of seventeen, of whom I was very fond. She used to bathe me, and I know now that she always paid special attention to my little penis, always pulling back the foreskin to wash the glans, and otherwise manipulating it so that I always had an erection before she was though. She used to laugh and joke about what I called my "thing" and told me to call it my prick or my penis. She also told me that when it swelled up so big I "had a hard on." I soon grew to like having her play with my penis, and when we were alone together at other times that when I was taking my bath, I used to ask her to give me "a hard on," and she would take me on her lap, take out my little penis and work it up until it stood very proud and hard. But I didn't know anything to do with it after it was in that condition, nor did it occur to me investigate or evn wonder about what Jennie had between her legs. Nevertheless, I was soon to find out.

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