When Santa came on Christmas he would give me extra present if I didn’t tell anyone he kisses my who who. He let on to his d0ng while kissing me for a new pair of pink shoes with lights. I write letters to Santa and asked for what I wanted the special present to be. Santa said it will take longer k!sses to be good enough for that big of gift. I looked forward to being s&cked l1cked and k!ssed more than the presents when I was 10 but by then I knew it was my Moms Dad on holidays dressed as Santa, the Easter bunny, Uncle Sam, a clown at my birthday party and a Pilgrim. I asked mom if I could spend a weekend with Pawpa and Mema, she asked if I was certain that was what I wanted to do. Mema said I’ll teach her Appalachian cookin but I spent most of the time with Pawpa building bird houses and fishing. He did his kissing like before with a new trick, pushing his d0ng into my who who a ways he squirted inside me every night. I begged to stay with them as often as I could, after a couple years we progressed to full penetration. Mom made me go on the pill before I turned 13 saying she knew what I was doing to her daddy and she knew it felt to good to stop. She just didn’t to see me with a baby like she had at my age.
