When I was 11 and living in a smallish town, there was an older woman, maybe 50ish, who lived not far from us. She was on her porch one day as I walked past and asked if I could help her. She had move some boxes and then gave me a hug for helping her. As she hugged me she reached down and began to fondle me, holding me tighter and breathing harder. She started telling me she liked boy cock and could she see mine? I let her see it and go down on me. I liked it but at the same time felt odd about it. It happened a few times over a year or so. I've never told anyone this before.
When I was 11 and living in a smallish town, there was an older woman, maybe 50ish, who lived not far from us. She was on her porch one day as I walked past and asked if I could help her. She had move some boxes and then gave me a hug for helping her. As she hugged me she reached down and began to fondle me, holding me tighter and breathing harder. She started telling me she liked boy cock and could she see mine? I let her see it and go down on me. I liked it but at the same time felt odd about it. It happened a few times over a year or so. I've never told anyone this before.