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I blackmailed a older neighborhood boy to learn about s** when I was young. I was home schooled by parents who were extremely religious and my mother struggled with alchohol. Most days I was left to my own devices. I would play with a neighbohood girl when she got home from school against my parents whishes. Her family did not belong to our church and my folks would rather I play alone then with heathens. Even as at a young age I could see that our lives were different then other hand I was good at being two people. A good girl who did as her parents said with out question and a very curious, sneaky kid. Leslie and I would meet up in a field along the creek behind our homes. We would build small shelters in the tree line of the thick scrub brush surrounding the swamp the creek past through. It was at those times Leslie would anwser all the questions I had about just about everything. That summer I had my mother gave me a very basic s** talk and warned me to stay away from boys. This only made me more curious and led to Leslie being my only source of information. One day she brought a male black lab her family was taking care of as it was meant to stud their female. She and as we walked she exained the whe mating process and the differences between people and dogs. This was also the first time I encountered the word c*******. That night I masturbated for the first time. A week later I followed a teen boy down the creek to a old tree house I had never seen before. I snuck up and watched as the boy dug through a stack of magazines and began to m*********. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I rubbed myself watching him. A week later I walked in on him playing with himeself and brazenly told him he was going to be in big trouble if he d8dn’t do as I say. I made him lay down and squatted over his face and ran myself back to front on his tongue until I came while he played with himself. I never seen him again but I became a constant visitor.

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