Some were married with kids. others you'd question about what went on there. i didn't stay in those houses long. if i did i was afraid of what might h...ppen to me or others. i had to get across town. that seemed like the best place right now. but how and where was i going to get a ride. it seemed impossible. but only for a minute. it was mid summer. dazed and confused by the hot beating sun. the sweat dripping down my neck, back, and forehead. i also had to get out of this heat. there was a man. ...intriguing....forbidden....all the feelings a little boy might have when, for the first time, he sees a woman's vagina that is not his mother's.My parents were divorced when I was too young to really remember, but my father remarried when I was 6....I was his best man, and a cute little fucker at that, I'm sure. I was a straight-haired, blue-eyed toe-head as a c***d with freckles, ;) My father always had a thing for curvy blondes with long hair, and he passed that appreciation on to me. She said that she particularly likes little boys with foreskins and is fascinated with the ways Bob’s is tighter than yours Les. She did say that she would like to give you both a bath once more before you go home. Apparently she has another friend in the village where she goes occasionally and helps her wash her two boys.”“I guess that makes sense I wonder if Father Fred has helped her as well.”“I asked her that and she said that he did on one occasion.”“How old are the boys? I. She wasn't blaming him. That was enough."Is there anyone you like?" he asked. She turned to look at him, surprise on her face. James smiled. "Someone you can be friends with is more important than most other traits."She let out a snort."I don't know them. They have nothing to do with me."Not that there had been much cause for the young ladies to be in the Palace. Hell, he had barely spent any time with them. With a sigh, he leaned down, kissing her upturned forehead."Do you have any.