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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Female / 33
My Old Neighbor Karl.
When I was a young kid, we had an old retired couple who lived 3 doors down the block. My folks and I were friendly with them and I used to hang out down there. The lady and I would make cookies and stuff. After Mrs. Stevens passed away, I think I was 15-16, her husband Karl started asking me to come over and do odd jobs or clean house, since he missed seeing me around the house. He usually gave me $20 for just an hour or so of work.
Karl was a sweet old guy and I thought the world of him, we were always giving each other hugs and I really felt sorry for him after his wife passed away. That summer, I was helping him wash his car and as I bent down to scrub the wheels, I noticed Karl staring down my top. I was wearing my big brothers shirt without a bra and when I looked up Karl just grinned and said "Cute". I was a little embarrassed, but as I said, I felt sorry for the old guy and as I did each wheel, I gave him a good look at my perky 34Bs.
When I got done, He rinsed the wheels with a hose and accidently on purpose squirted me with the hose. I grabbed the hose and we had a little water fight laughing our heads off.
He said we should go inside and dry off and I went down to the bathroom to grab a towel. As I was drying off, he came in wearing only his underwear and handed me a shirt that had belonged to the wife. He told me to try it on. and I turned my back and pulled my wet shirt off. Karl asked me to turn around which I did ,but with my hands covering my boobs.
He told me he couldn't believe how much I had grown lately. He admitted having peeked at my boobs and wanted to see them. I laughed and said it was gonna cost him. He told me money was no problem for him as he came closer. He pulled my hands down and fondled my young boobs and lightly pinching my nipples. As he did, I could see him getting hard in his boxers.
Then he says you better go now, before we get in trouble. This time he gave me $50. After I left, I remembered I had left my wet shirt behind. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I went on in and down to the bathroom door and saw Karl in the shower stroking a very big hard cock.
Karl must have been 60 years old, all that summer I let him fondle me as I played with his big cock. I made enough money to buy my first cell phone. Karl had a stroke and went into a nursing home. My Mom and I visited him and took him cookies.
Karl was a sweet old guy and I thought the world of him, we were always giving each other hugs and I really felt sorry for him after his wife passed away. That summer, I was helping him wash his car and as I bent down to scrub the wheels, I noticed Karl staring down my top. I was wearing my big brothers shirt without a bra and when I looked up Karl just grinned and said "Cute". I was a little embarrassed, but as I said, I felt sorry for the old guy and as I did each wheel, I gave him a good look at my perky 34Bs.
When I got done, He rinsed the wheels with a hose and accidently on purpose squirted me with the hose. I grabbed the hose and we had a little water fight laughing our heads off.
He said we should go inside and dry off and I went down to the bathroom to grab a towel. As I was drying off, he came in wearing only his underwear and handed me a shirt that had belonged to the wife. He told me to try it on. and I turned my back and pulled my wet shirt off. Karl asked me to turn around which I did ,but with my hands covering my boobs.
He told me he couldn't believe how much I had grown lately. He admitted having peeked at my boobs and wanted to see them. I laughed and said it was gonna cost him. He told me money was no problem for him as he came closer. He pulled my hands down and fondled my young boobs and lightly pinching my nipples. As he did, I could see him getting hard in his boxers.
Then he says you better go now, before we get in trouble. This time he gave me $50. After I left, I remembered I had left my wet shirt behind. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I went on in and down to the bathroom door and saw Karl in the shower stroking a very big hard cock.
Karl must have been 60 years old, all that summer I let him fondle me as I played with his big cock. I made enough money to buy my first cell phone. Karl had a stroke and went into a nursing home. My Mom and I visited him and took him cookies.
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