I guess that you could say that I was molested by a woman when I was 13. I knew very little about girls then. I had known Carolyn as very friendly and very good looking, for a couple of years as her paper boy and the neighborhood kid to shovel snow, yard work, paint, almost anything for a buck. I swear she was as pretty or prettier than most of the girls in the few Playboys, Penthouses or lesser quality rags I had seen. Plus she didn’t have those huge pendulous b**** so many people like. She caught me looking down her blouse while writing me a check for the paper. (Yes it was long ago) I had met her husband maybe three times. He was an a** and never around. They had no kids. It was her move asking me if I had a girlfriend. I said no, a soft lie cause I had only been allowed to second base with two girls and kissed alot. The beautiful lady taught me everything she knew, I think. Except for some disgusting things she told me about; We did everything for our 8 month affair. I Her long separation finally became her hard fought for divorce and she moved away. She had just turned 26 and I was 14 by 6 months. In the eyes of the law I was molested. It was almost the best thing that had happened to me until now. Now I am 32, my cover girl pretty and fine bodied 12 year old daughters lover. She as well as my lovely wife and three of my babygirl’s friends. NO!
My wife doesn’t know about the girls.
