I was crying in my room. He knocked on the door and asked if he could come in. He sat next to me on my bed. He asked what was wrong and I said I could...'t tell him. He told me I could tell him anything at all. That made me cry even louder. He put his arm around me and said, "No matter how bad it is...no matter if you stole something and got caught...you did something you shouldn't have done and got caught...Bonnie whatever it is I am there for you."I stopped crying and told him about going with. It was an ad of “Carefree” diaper. I had no idea about that item, as I was only a kidAnd the biggest dumbo since i was never exposed to that subject ever. I immediately asked her, What is that ad, didi”? She stared at me, and told huh… its nothing, it is a new type of short pant came in the market, and smiled lightly. Being kid, i was very interrogating, and always full of doubts. I asked again, No didi, it is not as I have never seen such pants my sister wearing. Please tell me na…Please!. Smiling to myself whilst walking over to my friends who had been standing quite near to the ticket booth to get the whole conversation by ear. “Did someone get lucky?” laughed my friend Sarah. “Let’s just say I left her with a bit of a cliffhanger to think about” I replied cheekily. Lining up in the first of many queues that day we were about to ride some ‘death defying’ roller coaster. Half an hour passed and we had finally reached the beginning of the queue, strapping myself in quite. I felt a smack on my buttocks, then another, it stung! She told me tostand up and remove my panties as she couldn’t get a good hit at my arse. I stood up and dropped the panties to the floor, my hard on sticking out like a beacon, she bent down and kissed my knob, then took my cock into her mouth, gently sucking it as she cupped my balls and squeezed them, gently at first but getting harder. I winced at the pain, she said, that’s not allowed, on your belly again! I lay back down on top of the.