Old towels, bed sheets and blankets were to go to the mission, clothes that were still good but out grown were to go to The Salvation Army. Games and ...oys were always offered to the church for their annual rummage sale. As I surveyed my five year collection of dolls, games, color books and the like, I discovered there wasn’t much I wanted to save for the move. However, tucked under the hanging garments in my closet was a wooden toy crib and high chair that I had received from Santa the first. Rose rocked my world. Finally she said:"You have to go now Danny. Mr. Rose will be home soon and I have to clean up. This is our little secret, right? You won't tell any one about this, will you?" No Mrs. Rose" I stammered, "I'll never tell any one, honest."She gave me a smile, "Good, you keep quiet about this baby, and maybe we can do it again."We did, many, many times over the next two years and after Mrs. Rose there was no going back to girls of my own age. Mrs. Rose taught me a lot during. He jerked, and his eyes opened, going instantly to the readout, which flashed 72.His hand jumped to the button that would lock in the speed and then, by habit established from repetition in the past, went immediately to the key, and then to the shifter. The tires of the cruiser spun as he took off in pursuit.It took him almost a mile to catch up to the vehicle that had set off his radar, and then he recognized the car. He reached for the overheads and bumped his siren twice. The car pulled to. I was having to physically hold her back until her name was called, where I then released her and she sprinted straight towards him, pulling off all her clothes on the way...He seemed stunned by her keenness but quickly regained his composure. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard with one hand as he squeezed her ass with the other. This was getting her so worked up that I could see her pussy – her hungry pussy - was already dripping wet...“I'm gonna fuck da shit outta you, whore!” .