He pulled the thong remnants from between my legs. xxx 18 Give them to me!’
‘No. Yes, he was the anonymous boy that had me creaming and squirting all over his face!’
‘You’re making it all up!’
‘Not at all. ‘What do you mean, “supposedly”,’ I yelled back at him, ‘It happened – you saw the result. The freezing foam stung my recently shaven pudenda and I squirmed and screamed threats at him. As he rode me he concentrated on pulling my breasts in the fashion I’d often seen farmers milking cows’ teats as a young girl – indeed, thinking of that now I’m not sure there wasn’t some paedophiliac grooming subtext there on at least a couple of occasions – but there was nothing erotic about this.
