Then he whispered to me "that feels good I'm getting hard let me fell yours now" He grabbed my crouch and started stroking my hard on and said "damm y...u fucking have a big dick" I was so turned on and had a raging boner that I was unable to get out of the ball pit because I didn't want to expose my hard on I was trying to hide inside my pants. We ended up getting out because some other little k**s started jumping in. After that Derrick and I just went home because it was getting late and it was. "I raped her." I didn't even look at him. My thirteen year old was standing behind the couch. I was watching some stupid sit-com. It was late. Henry dozed in his chair, and my mother was messing around with a crochet hook. She looked up."Your mother hasn't been feeling well, honey. Come talk with your gram.But Michael stayed behind me. "What's the matter mom? Did you really mean what you said?"Bless this child, I thought. "No honey. I'm just angry with myself." Golly, why are you angry?". These were no longer questions or requests but bitchy demands. I bent down to help her step out of her skirt and to move it away, then placed my cheek to her calf as I undid the strap to her heels. She stepped out of her shoes and over the lump of cloth that was her skirt. As she stepped past me she gave my ass a swat. I was excited by where this was going. Had I only known where it would lead…After a moment in the closet she came back out and stood in front of me, “My stockings, remove them.. I was playing on terrace. so, My mom asked Asha aunty for helping her in making one recipe.Mom: (Knock on aunty’s door)Aunty: (open the door) Hello, Mrs. patel, How are you?Mom: I am fine. What abt you? How’s your daughter?Aunty: ohh..I am also fine. Sheela is at her uncle’s homeMom: (Thinking in mind about plan) I just need one help for . Are you free now?Aunty: I am doing some work. Can it wait for half an hour? What is it?Mom: I want to make gulab jamun. so, I want to learn recipe.Aunty: I.