In reply to your interesting inquiry I’m sorry but happy. Sorry because I can’t help you, happy because you reminded me of the time, my mother sent me to the ballroom dancing school in Human Street, (I wish I could remember the teacher’s name) She taught me the foxtrot and the Waltz and tried to teach me the Tango. I enjoyed learning all. The tango titillated me, literally. You know the part where palms clasp together and faces cheek to cheek point sideways, in the direction of the outstretched arms, forcing breast to breast. She was modestly clothed in a dark wollen dress, but she might have been a raving naked temptress, for all I knew, because I was then a virile chap of twelve, her soft, curvy chest, pressed into mine drove me to delicious delirium, I tingled all over with sexual desire. What was it? All I know is that the pleasure aroused in me then, still excites m...
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