Based purely on her physical apeparance I would say fourteen, but the confident sexuality that radiated from her said she was more like sixteen.This i... where the story gets a little difficult to tell. I am writing this to you, journal, because I know I can never tell a living soul. As I watched the girl, my cock growing thick and heavy in my slacks, I began to devise a plan. I don't believe there was any concious decision made-but a purely animal instinct to hunt, and be satisfied.I watched and. ... and it never did me any harm" as she was speaking the doctor beckoned me to come and sit beside him and as I listened to my family history he unbuttoned my trousers and reached into my boxer shorts, and started fondling my cock. "My father had always said if the k**s were not interested in learning they would soon let me know, so I advertised not just myself but also the two k**s to a certain type of clientele. I had such good memories of my father I didn't want them to miss out,. "I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted. "But I guess after last night when I heard you and Mom, I decided I would finally go for it."I turned red, somehow embarrassed despite what had just happened between us. "God, I was hoping you didn't hear that." No, don't be mad," she said, frowning. "I think it's sweet. Mom gets lonely when Dad leaves. I've slept with her on rare occasion, but she really needs a man's body to make her feel good."I was surprised. "You slept with her too?" Sure.. "His story rings true." Her swollen nipple jutted out redly, erected by my tongue's attention, puffy and pebbled."Sounds like a fairy tale to me, complete with evil uncle and black-clad kidnappers. It's got everything but a witch." Well, you ought to talk to him." She kissed me sweetly."I'm busy," I said, pulling her onto my lap and spreading her legs outside my thighs. She held on to her half-filled glass and smiled and sipped as I tried to get my rearing ram back into her tiny crevice and.