I played with the other k**s that lived around my house. There was a girl probably 2 years older than me that toke a taxi to the city every day to go ...o school. We had looked at each other and had some short talks here and there over the years but we never got to know each other more than just hallo. But the time got around to where I turned 18 and I had to move out from my parents. I decided to move into the city where I got a small apartment with a pretty good view over a lake that was in one. I wanted to rub my new tit rings and balls on his cock. I waited until we were alone and instructed to do so. We basically ran into the bedroom, so excited to have privacy for this occasion! Master slipped my kimono off my body and ran his hands softly from my neck to my ass. He massaged my buttocks nicely as if kneading bread dough. As he pulled me closer, I ran my hands from his scalp, lightly caressing his earlobes with my fingertips, slowly working my way to his neck and chest, down to his. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered, looking down at his table, slamming his fist down as drops of water rained down above him from his opened can of soda.There were fizzy droplets on his arm, and he lacked the proper motivation to wipe them away. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed. "You like to play with young girls, don't you?"The old man said nothing. He just smiled and shoved the rubber tipped cane deep inside her soft, young pussy. He worked the wooden rod in and out of her tiny cunt with slow, tender strokes.Laurie lay back on the floor, with the old man kneeling between her legs, and moaned softly."Harder! Do it harder, harder!" But the old man, still smiling, continued his slow, gentle strokes.His expert use of the cane had Laurie squirming and whimpering in no.