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Unfortunately, my recall for conversations is no-where near as good so although the events I describe are certainly accurate, I have had to fill in some blanks in my memory of conversations with what I believe is a fair approximation of what was said.

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My real mother had been a single mother who had put me up for adoption. I was fortunate to be the possessor of a six-foot tall body, strong, healthy, and “un-ugly.” I was also blessed with a large penis and the stamina and constitution of an Ox to use it. I consider myself to be amongst the most fortunate of people on this planet.They’re known by many different names like online adult games, virtual sex games, cyber sex games, etc.But it doesn't matter what they’re called, because they’re all about the same thing: simulated digital sex that provides sexual thrills and entertainment.I have led a very comfortable lifestyle filled with sex, lust, and love.

All of this provided by a woman I have always thought of as ‘Granny’. I am lucky to have an almost photographic memory, if I’ve seen it I can nearly always recall it, no matter how long ago it happened.

One day, when I was 19, he took a truck and the next-door neighbour; we never saw or heard of them again except to learn that the truck, which had been loaded with scotch destined for Russia, was found in a German forest minus its’ load.

The next-door neighbour’s wife merely moved her boyfriend in, so I suppose dad had done her a favour,).

Before her marriage she had been a nurse and that helped her to get jobs as a nanny for the children of wealthy families, but that meant living, and if required, travelling, with the families which meant that I had to find a room somewhere else, not an easy thing to do if you wanted somewhere clean to rent.

Granny had actually advertised for a live-in companion, but, in desperation to find somewhere to live, I answered the ad’ and found the address to be that of a large house in very large grounds on the edge of the city, almost completely surrounded by fields and woods.

Google “Angela Mudge” (She is a world champion mountain marathon runner.) Also: 10″ is nothing unusual This is My Story: Date: February 1965 When I was 19, I moved in with Granny, she wasn’t my Granny, but she quite liked being called Granny.