when I was about 8 I had a boys willy fascination. being s******* abused by a few family elders kind of added to it. one day I looked up a boys pants when my mum was baby sitting and rubbed against him as another kid had done to me. I must have been a busy little girl but its not as bad as you might thing. I just feel bad for doing it now. call me a copy cat. well sometimes I still like to see them.