Kicked in the b****
When I was a child in the 1960s, I was around eight at the time, there was a guy who lived in my road who looked old to me but he was probably only in his 50s. When his wife was out he would invite me into his house and we'd go into his living room. He would always be dressed in a dressing gown and he and would ask me to take off my shoes and socks. He would then open his dressing gown and he would be naked underneath. He would then stand with his legs bent at the knees and tell me to kick him in the b**** with my bare feet. I would kick him 3, 4 or sometimes even 5 times as hard as I could. It would make him wince but he would keep telling me to do it again. As I did he would m*********, though I was too young to understand that this was what he was doing, he just told me he was making it bigger to make it easier for me to kick him. He would always e******** and he did give some story as to what that was but I've forgotten. When he'd finished he would give me sixpence, and tell me to keep our little game a secret. I would then go straight to the shop to buy myself some sweets. I'm a grandmother now but I still remember that funny man and all of those sweets that I got just for kicking him in the b****. Aren't men strange creatures!