Autumn 1985. I legged it from school to the Spar newsagent in town and saw this cover beaming down at me from the top shelf. Sam Fox. In PENTHOUSE. I had to have it. My suddenly erect dick told me that, as I tried to hide the bulge in my trousers with my sports bag. No chance of having it though was there? Ahhh, well, fortunately for me the staff weren't too sharp in that shop and never noticed me whip the mag from the shelf under my coat. I'm not proud of shoplifting, but hey, it added to the thrill - and I nicked loads of porn over the years when I had no cash. And it wasn't the first time I'd done it from that shop. Anyway, I bought a copy of the NME to cover my tracks, so I wasn't that bad. I raced back home with my contraband, and barracaded myself in the bedroom, dropped my pants and bashed one out almost immediately over Sam's fucking gorgeous tits. I wasn't even that big a fan of her but my God did that mag do it for me. All before teatime as well. Good times.
Oh, fuck it. Another wank beckons...
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