These events occurred many many years ago, so I’ve had to use my imagination to fill the gaps, with maybe a bit of embellishment too…..

Some people would say it’s bad enough cumming in your pants just looking at photos – which is what happens to me all the time – but doing it before you’ve even bought the mag? Pathetic! My only regret is the only girl I was able to tell, that Her cover photo made me pants-spunk standing in the shop in my dirty mac, was Miss Danica.

The first time was back in the 80s, and the last time late 90s – I haven’t bought mags since then, cause they got too explicit, and I avoid mag shops now because I don’t want to get back into the spiral of buying every mag I see and ending up bankrupt. It’s also the case that nowadays pants-spunking is nothing like as easy as it was.

Miss Pauline Hickey

Cumming in my pants in the shop
I think Miss Pauline was the first to make me. A lot of the time I was in a dirty bookshop, where girls on the cover could be topless, which they couldn’t any more in newsagents. But when it was a girl I was currently obsessed with, as I was with Miss Pauline, then I didn’t need Her cover photo to be topless, as it turned out.

Miss Pauline appeared on the scene alongside the other big-tit models in the Aunty Jayne era – Miss Donna Ambrose (Miss Danica Collins), Miss Debby Jordan, Miss Judy Conway, and quite a few others. What was special about Miss Pauline (they were ALL special of course) was Her young image, beautiful face, long blonde hair, lovely figure and the outfits She wore, and of course, lovely, lovely big tits.

I saw Her in quite a few videos later, and it wasn’t that She was innocent, it’s just She had a way about Her, like She didn’t mind who saw Her topless or nude. I remember very well the first time I saw Her in a mag. I was parked up, a few minutes after buying it, in a not too public place, but when I turned the page and saw Her for the very first time, I just forgot where I was and became mesmerised.

It was maybe a couple of pictures, and at that stage She was posing in a dress just showing Her cleavage, and with a lot of noise and oblivious to whoever might be walking by, She made me spunk my pants in joyful convulsive perv ecstasy. Following that of course, I had to get every picture She’d done.

With several mags featuring Her added to my vast collection over the next few weeks, She was making me spunk into my pants 2 or 3 times a week, and in between I was going into my favourite newsagents and dirty bookshops up and down the country to buy yet more mags.