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Biography, Part 1My Biography, (if that is what we call it) Part 1Please do not judge me or others for what I am about to describe. The events occurred decades ago and are as I recall them. They are what they are. At this point in my life, I do not condone any of the behavior that occurred to me and would hope no one views it as appropriate or normal.I grew up in Dallas, Texas, one of three c***dren, with a mother and father. In some ways, we were like the Jack and Jill family in the reading books from long ago. I had a brother and a sister. There was no dog named Spot though.By nine, I had developed sizable breasts. Today, it is called precocious pubescence; generally, girls at nine do not have to wear even training bras. I was wearing women-type bras by 10. As an aside, I often wondered back then why they were called training bras and what we were supposed to be training our breasts to be doing. I ay that thinking it is about time I connect my breast pump for a morning pump.By high school, I had developed to 36DD boobs and by 20, they had grown to GGG cups. They killed my back and clothing was hard to find. I had them reduced in size. I attached a photo of me bahis şirketleri in an over-sized warm-up I wore to hide them before the reduction.When I was about 14 years old, I was doing alot of babysitting for neighbors and friends of neighbors. The jobs gave me spending money and a sense of maturity and independence. I was not dating at that age nor did I even think about it.This woman called me to ask me to come babysit for her 6 year old daughter on a Saturday morning since she and her husband would have to work. The lady was a police woman who wore a uniform. I agreed and went over about 8:00 in the morning. The wife had already gone to work and the little girl was still asleep in her bedroom. The father, who I will call Ed, brought me upstairs and suggested that I could go back to sleep in their bed. He told me to remove my clothes and just lay down in his bed as he got ready to leave.I grew up following the instructions of adults so I didn't know anything else to do but to do what I was told. He left, I undressed and got in bed. When he came back into the room, he took his clothes off too, got under the covers, and laid down beside me and started caressing bahis firmaları me. It felt so good but sort of scary. One, I had never had a hand other than my own, touch me. It felt strange and wonderful. And, I didn't want their daughter to come in on us. After a while, my body responded to his gentle touches and he*got on top of me and spread my legs apart. I liked the attention so I let him have his way with me. He took his fingers and spread my pussy lips apart and took his cock and began rubbing my pussy and clit with it. I naturally responded by getting wet and feeling a growing feeling inside my body. He slowly put it inside me. I hadn't felt a cock in me before but I kind of liked the feeling and instinctively pushed up against him. I squirmed a little with the tightness of him slowly pushing himself deeper inside me. All of a sudden, I felt very tight inside like he was pushing on a barrier. Then, I felt it give and I felt a twinge of pain plus intense pleasure. I wasn't sure what it was back that morning but now I know that he popped my cherry. He was very gentle while going deep inside me. I was elated, excited and getting into it... I pulled my kaçak bahis siteleri knees up and grabbed his butt pulling him deeper in me... and then he came inside me. To this day I can still remember the feeling of his cock throbbing as he squirted his semen in me. I climaxed! I still crave it.He asked me to not say anything to anyone about what we had done. It was our secret. I did see him again after that because I babysat for them every other weekend. Other baby sitting jobs were mundane. I sat with k**s, got paid, and went home.Not on those Saturdays. The back door would be left unlocked. I would go check on the six year old, then slip into the master bedroom where I would get undressed and get in bed where Ed was waiting for me to enjoy great sex. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I wanted to feel his lips on my breasts and his cock penetrate my pussy. I asked him to fuck me and welcomed his hot load of cum. Looking back, it was foolish of both of us. I was not on any form of birth control.Some mornings, he would take me to his bed and fuck me over and over. I was his sexual pleasure. He was mine. I think he wanted to make me happy so one Saturday he took me to Six Flags as a reward so that I wouldn't tell anyone about our secret.* I kept it all these years until now.Oh, I always changed the sheets and washed the ones we had sex on every time we did it. I was also a good baby sitter.