”But no, I sat on the platform next to her and spoke normally.Asked her the plans for the day. She was quite busy. So she left early. Few days went ...ast. I regularly flirted with her and made her feel nice. But my patience was running out.I had to get her naked to calm myself down.My mother went for a lot of functions and dresses up quite often and I didn’t miss a chance to compliment her. She very nicely used to smile and leave. One evening she invited me for an event so even I dressed up. But. I checked her body, this girl was just perfect for my wants, slender, shapely and her breasts just right, her ass perfect, and her face was pretty even asleep and drugged. I covered her, and sat next to the bed reading. She woke up crying and begging "please let me go Mister, I promise not to tell, this will be our secret". "Sarah, yes I know your name, know everything about you, have your ID, Driver's License and School ID, read the diary in your purse, and the Cards you had in there. You. It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he called me that. That got me excited.Soon he was dropping it into conversation."How's my little girl?" Hey little girl! You look so damn sexy!" You are my gorgeous sexy little girl and I love you so much!"I came to like being called that. It was yet another pet name, a term of endearment that we had made our own. I liked. They would talk about getting fucked and how good it felt, how they would suck dick and their favorite positions. They made it sound ike it was a great thing to do, and I was so curious to find out. So I always wondered how it would be to experience that. I always thought of sex and how it would feel like to get fucked, and how a dick tasted and fantasizing. But I was always hesitant because of older siblings making rude remarks about same sex. So I never took my curiosity Seriously, until I.