When I turned 15, visiting Auntie Jane took me by the arm and walked me to the kitchen where my mum was finishing dinner. Auntie said, "Mary, your son is now 15, and has no clue about sex. Would you want me to teach him?" Mum just kept opening and closing steaming pots and stirring things and she just said, "That's very kind of you Janie, thank you."

I had no idea that minutes later we would be in the toilet with auntie Jane sitting on the bowl with me standing, facing her, as she swallowed my pecker whole. As it grew, I saw stars floating on the ceiling. Apparently, Auntie Jane was a show and tell type of teacher.