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I was only 9 when my brother put his finger into my p****. I didn’t know what he was doing to I didn’t even object. After a while I just expected it every time he was on the sofa with me. Mommy was too busy so she never noticed. I came to like I tv especially when he put a different finger up into my Fanny . I learned later that he was kinda prepping his d*** to be able to get stiff and hard for mommy to s*** him or they could f*** in her bedroom. About 10 1/2 I happened by her door and saw them “wrestling “ on her bed. Loud sounds came from them as they tussled. When I turned 11 Billy was able to slide his “thingy” into my peepee. He made funny sounds and I got all wet and sticky like I peed in my pants. At first it was once. Then he started doing it 2 or three times a week. Mommy saw him doing it to me and later that night she spanned him with a belt. I watched. He was smiling after a while and squirted a bunch of white stuff from his “ thingy”. Mommy gave him 10 more whacks and then she bent down and took him into her mouth. Then a while later she slobbered a bunch of white stuff on his belly. Then they went to sleep. He didn’t want to put his “thingy” in me after that. I think they slept in her room after that. I always heard them “wrestling “ on the weekends too. Once in a while Billy would help me do my bath. Mommy always came in to watch. When my 13 th birthday rolled around I also began my periods. Mommy explained it all to me. S**, babies, womanhood, After that evening Billy learned what a b**** even a young 13 yr old “woman” can be. Touch my Fanny $10. Touch my tiny t****** $ 15. Touch my p**** $50.

Many mornings i sit on my front porch with coffee and a cigarette as a relaxing way to watch the world wake up. This morning i was doing so with the residual taste of the male runner i orally please (usually weekly but sometimes more frequently) still clinging in my throat. An older couple was on ther morning walk today, i see them occasionally. She was the usual casual wave and good morning but he did not even glance my direction. She called him out on it and told him to at least say good morning, and they were on their way again. As they walked away he turned and looked back at me with an uncertain ezpression on hia face I hope she did not give him grief later, because i know why he was acting awkwardly. About six weeks ago he made his first visit to my back yard shed to take his own pleasure in my mouth. It was actually emotional for him because he had not gotten any relief in a very long time. I told him he was welcome any time. But like many older married men he was truly suffering the guilt and shame of taking his pleasure in a man’s mouth and for being unfaithful to his wife. But naturally after getting the incredible pleasure i gave him as i reverently worshipped his hard hungry male flesh…he told me during and after that he had no idea such pleasure existed…his guilt and remorse and shame got to him and after a couole of weeks i assumed he would never return. But sure enough, i eventually saw him on a morning solo walk and he came up to me unable to even speak or ask, and i simply had him follow me to my back yard shed and without speaking i gave him what he needed again. And of course afterwards despite his enjoyment in the moment, he was in tears again and said he could never do this again. But a week later, he was back for more. Then again a few days after that This is where we are at as i saw him on his walk with his wife this morning. I have sincere empathy for his inner crisis, and he kmows if he comes back for more he will get it time and again. I know it sounds arrogant but i know eventually he will come back again and again. Not because i am conceited but because i simply know men and the type of man that seeks what i give them on my knees. He will come back because they all do eventually this is simply how some men get what they need and i enjoy giving it to them for a host of reasons…..from the diary of a closet neighborhood cocksucker