I had a very serious crush onher. I don't mean that as a 6-year old sexpot I had the kind of crush thatcenters on sexual fantasy. I don't recall ever ...itting around fantasiz-ing sexually at that age about Martha Jane. I simply had a strong andmemorable affection for her. And she had similar feelings for me -- inlater years my mother would say to me, "Yes, I remember Martha Jane --she just LOVED you! She thought you were the sweetest, cutest thing onearth! She was the only one who could make you. I frequently saw her afterwards, and always began the same game. My mother was told I had been seen talking to her, so after that I only spoke to her at dusk. Some time afterwards she married a gardener, and I occasionally saw her, but recognition came to a knowing nod and smile, which she always returned. Meanwhile I had got my fortune, as I shall tell, had no end of women, and had forgotten her when, walking across a field not far from our house, I overtook a short woman with a little child,. "We know what we're doing. We like it." "Yes, love." I didn't know what to say. There were a thousand questions racing through my head. "In your bum?" I found myself asking, stupidly. "In my bum. He prefers it. And I like it." "That's nice..." My head was still spinning, but I found that my cock was hard. Very hard. "That's why I don't let you do it. It's always been my brother who fucks my bum, and it would feel strange if you did it as well. But you have my pussy, love, my pussy is always. So as the old saying goes, “When the cat’s away the mice will play.”I always loved amusement parks. So when my grandparents left, there was no doubt in my mind where I was going and who I was going there with. I could have called one of the girls from school and asked her to go to Six Flags with me, but I didn’t. I called Patty instead and she readily agreed to go with me and told me to bring my pajamas so I could spend the rest of the weekend with her. So I quickly put on a pair of blue jeans,.