One of my earliest sexual memories is having a bath with my Auntie when I was about xxxx. We lived in a large, older two-story house in a quiet neighbourhood of the city. Our main bathroom had an old-fashioned claw-footed tub that you could fill up to your chin with hot, soapy water. Aunt Fanny had me sitting between her legs, facing away from her. She had a bar of soap and, while she rubbed it gently over my body with one hand, she gave me a soap-suds massage with the other. I could feel her hard,
