So in 1963 I had discovered the world of what was known as dirty mags. But things got better, becouse two weeks later there was another paper bag in the lay-by hedge. A much bigger bag and heavier, for it contained two magazines that were A4 size and about half an inch in depth. Both were American books of female models The first was full of nudes in artistic poses with a lot of back lighting and dark shadows and all in black and white. But this bokk was so mush more informative in as so many full page photo's showed the full Pubic hair and some models had their pubic hair trimmed so that their genital slits were visable, all tastefully photographed. The second book contained much the same although most were well lit so full breasted and hairy women looked more natural. Then in the middle was a whole lot of American Indian women photographed in thier homes and area. These were taken by a woman photographer who seemed to blend so well with the native women they had no inabitions. After a few pictures of the women dressed there then were about forty pages of naked Indians, from girls just old enough to get married to women in their later life. A lot ofthe pictures were taken of the women going about their daily life only naked. There was even a picture of a girl squat having a pee. A lot of the best and most open Pictures were taken when the women did their communial wash day and bathed themselves. One picture I remember showed a woman with her fingers inside her vagina while splashing water uo herself with the Title Woman cleaning herself after a night of sex. There was even a shot of the photographer nude as she worked with the women, the shot taked by a young girl with the photographers camera. Well my right hand was kept very busy, It was also interesting to see the adverts at the back of the mags such as the spy on women with these magic glasses that allow you to se women without their clothes, or the see in the dark watch with its radium hands both for only a couple of dollers. Then things to a turn for the better when harvest came along, we needed a lot of straw to bed our cattle down with, Most was baled and carted from saveral miles away. After returning with three trailer loads one morning it was discovered that we had left the spare ropes in the field, Wise boy said I would cycle to get them, this got my years olde out of having to help unload the trailers. I took a short cut to get to the village where the field was. I took a Bridle way which included a steep incline, walking up the hill ahead of me was a big Elm tree fallen across the track. The hight of the tree trunk across the track was about eight feet tall and covered the whole track, underneath the trunk was a lot of brushwood that the tree had pulled over with it so the view was blocked. to reach the other side you just had to walk around the roots of the tree. as i was just about to round the tree I heard talking. perring just around the exsposed roots I spyed a man with his face between a local womans legs, She was a widow of about thirty years old, her breasts were exsposed and one of his hands was pinching her nipple. The chap was having a great meal down between her legs and she had her eyes closed and seemed to be looking through closed eyes towards the heavens. Only about three or four minites later the woman started to shake and grabed the guys head with her hands as I watched my first female orgasm. What happened next, look out for Ice age 3