When I was a teen, the old, white haired security guard lured me into his empty house to let me fish in their pond. Bit soon he said to come on the stool between his legs and kept talking to me while casually squeezing my CROTCH. I was an obsessive compulsive wanker at that age but I got scared and left just as he invited me round to the back of the house to see his filthy servant quarters. I left. To this day, I imagine being stripped and fondled by this man. What a loss. Being hypersexual, I paid a street ***** in Bangladesh to fuck me for 20 bucks,around 84 ents. I fucked her often and we developed a deep bond. I would be 19 on Paris before I had the guts to enter and adult cinema and wank off a total stranger. My wife has no idea of my fondness for cock to this day.