She put a hand on myleg, and rubbed it a bit, smiling down at me, brushing a hair out of myface. I felt warm and cozy and taken-care of. It was a very...pleasant andsoothing sensation."Can I read you a story?" she asked. "I'd enjoy that, I haven't had alittle child in my care in so long. Don't worry, I don't have to tell yourbrothers that I did it, it can be our secret."The idea sounded silly, but I wanted her to stay, and it sounded kind ofnice in a way. So I said, "OK, Mommy." She smiled when I. We turned back and saw an old man covered with rags climbing over the fence we had just climbed. He was breaking in. Fortunately, the moon wasn’t bright and the whole lawn was dark. If we didn’t make a sound, we would not get caught. The tramp slowly took off his clothes and stripped himself to his undergarments and slowly submerged himself into the pool in the backyard. Rose and I squashed each other behind a small potted plant at the corner of the lawn. Our bodies were cramped side to. James snapped his eyes open and a bright glow emanated from them, bathing the museum entrance in magical light. James shouted powerfully as he kicked with all his might, driving his foot into the heavy wooden door once again.With a bang, it exploded back. Blasted off its hinges, the huge door flew into the museum and landed with a crash against a far wall. Large wooden splinters from the door rained onto the ground before the group. Mark whistled. "Nice going, dude." Jess nodded, eyes-wide,. My hot pants were incessantly teasing my little bald cunny, due to my movement and the tight fit of my shorts.As I ran down the gravel paths, I kept thinking about my first sexual experience. My gymnastics teacher used to touch me in the most intimate places during my private gymnastics lessons.I was barely 14-years-old when it happened. I didn’t understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost fifteen, I knew she was actually grooming me. We never completely had sex but I love the.