So I'll share about my first bad influence who was so nasty that I literally could not think when she started her nasty talk and antics. We were both kids, maybe eight or nine years old, but we were both always so horny and curious.
Her name was Sharon, and she lived in a corner house, opposite from our corner house, on the same street in Torrance, California. Sharon and I became good friends in class, and as a result, my parents and hers started inviting each other over for barbecues and other shared family fun times. It was cool, and I enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it because I enjoyed any and all time I got to spend with Sharon. She wasn't a beauty queen, but she was attractive and had very soft and beautiful medium length brown hair, a very nice smile, and a very sexy and shapely round butt that she loved to show off to me.
She was mischievous and liked to tease and be naughty, but in a way that just made it seem like harmless fun, and our little secret that our parents could never know about or even suspect.
It started one summer when we were alone for a couple hours, because her older sister Shelley, who was supposed to be watching us, took off with her boyfriend and told us she'd be right back and to just stay in the house.
When she left, Karen and I were playing stuffed animals, which was one of our favorite games. We picked out animals and acted their parts. Sharon was the mother, and she also acted the part of one of the daughters in our family, I was the father and acted the part of one of our sons.
So we continued playing our stuffed animal game, and then Sharon got a gleam in her eyes and said, "I think we need to make our game more realistic and not such a make believe like little children. We need to start acting like a real family."
I asked her what she meant, and she said, "We are married and have two children, yet we never sleep together or do any nasty things together. So our play is not even close to being real.
She asked me if I knew how babies were really made and if I'd ever caught my parents doing nasty sex things together. I told her that I knew how babies were made, but I never saw my parents doing anything.
Is it normal that I cant stop thinking about smelling girls buttholes?
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So I'll share about my first bad influence who was so nasty that I literally could not think when she started her nasty talk and antics. We were both kids, maybe eight or nine years old, but we were both always so horny and curious.
Her name was Sharon, and she lived in a corner house, opposite from our corner house, on the same street in Torrance, California. Sharon and I became good friends in class, and as a result, my parents and hers started inviting each other over for barbecues and other shared family fun times. It was cool, and I enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it because I enjoyed any and all time I got to spend with Sharon. She wasn't a beauty queen, but she was attractive and had very soft and beautiful medium length brown hair, a very nice smile, and a very sexy and shapely round butt that she loved to show off to me.
She was mischievous and liked to tease and be naughty, but in a way that just made it seem like harmless fun, and our little secret that our parents could never know about or even suspect.
It started one summer when we were alone for a couple hours, because her older sister Shelley, who was supposed to be watching us, took off with her boyfriend and told us she'd be right back and to just stay in the house.
When she left, Karen and I were playing stuffed animals, which was one of our favorite games. We picked out animals and acted their parts. Sharon was the mother, and she also acted the part of one of the daughters in our family, I was the father and acted the part of one of our sons.
So we continued playing our stuffed animal game, and then Sharon got a gleam in her eyes and said, "I think we need to make our game more realistic and not such a make believe like little children. We need to start acting like a real family."
I asked her what she meant, and she said, "We are married and have two children, yet we never sleep together or do any nasty things together. So our play is not even close to being real.
She asked me if I knew how babies were really made and if I'd ever caught my parents doing nasty sex things together. I told her that I knew how babies were made, but I never saw my parents doing anything.