Cynthia:
I was eight years old, and, um, Michael Green, who was also eight, asked if he could watch me take a pee... And I said he could if I could watch him take one, too. So we went to the woods behind my house. And I got this feeling he was chickenin' out cos he kept sayin' "Ladies first!" So I pulled down my little panties and urinated, and he ran away before I even finished.
Graham:
Was it a topic of conversation between you after that?
Cynthia:
No! He kind of avoided me for the rest of the summer, and then his family moved away... To Cleveland, actually.
Graham:
What a shame. When did you finally see a penis?
Cynthia:
When I was 14.
Graham:
So, what'd you think? Was it what you expected it to be?
Cynthia:
No. Not really. I - I didn't - I sort of pictured it - um - I didn't think it would have - veins or ridges or anything. I just thought it would be smooth like a test-tube.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:35