My young male brain was heavily absorbed in dealing with the newly minted male hormones which were surging through my athletic (and still developing) young body.My young male brain was heavily absorbed in dealing with the newly minted male hormones which were surging through my athletic (and still developing) young body. In fact, what little intellectual activity I could muster was heavily devoted to fantasizing about uses for my male member, which was rapidly becoming something between an embarrasment (honest, I could have an erection thinking about a stop sign!), and an obsession. Well, anyway, that's how Sandy came into our lives, and mine in particular. As the school year ended, I had little idea of the long, hot summer it would become. Before I describe Sandy's arrival at our house, I should briefly describe the house itself. It was, as I said, a large brick Edwardian house, with Tudor pretensions, built I suppose in the 1920's. It had lovely, large high ceiling rooms, including three "suites", each of which had a bedroom, bath, and sitting room. My parents of course had the master bedroom suite, the Irish lady had a suite to herself in the back of the house over the large kitchen, and my brother and sisters each had rooms of their own. with adjoining baths. I occupied a suite on the third floor, all to myself. The third floor consisted of my suite, and a large room we called the "ballroom", which was intended to be exactly that, but which we had made into a large indoor playroom. |