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That's what I was like when I heard about it! *Just as Charlie was bending down to pick up her spade I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she wasn't wearing a bra, as I was looking our eyes met and as she lifted the spade the back of her hand brushed against my crotch. I recognised this feeling that it seemed like years since I had last felt. Blood gushed into my penis as my erection grew faster than bluebells in spring. I knew Charlie had had more pricks than a gorse bush could hold but as she looked at me we both knew the only foraging we'd be doing today would be in each other's secret gardens, and I didn't mean the bit round the back of the shed where the camera crew sling their fag butts.*