I'm not a bad guy, really I'm not. Sometimes though, I have bad thoughts. It was like...if I saw an opportunity, if it just fell in my lap, then I couldn't pass it up. I still loved my wife then. Yes I know she treated me like crap, humiliated me in front of our friends, but I still loved her, and I could not help it.
She had to be perfect.Too much was at stake.Their freedom,their lives were too joebordized to pick a little girl who they both did not find to be the most desirable,the sweetest,the most appealing sex object of their twisted desires.Too many hours,days,months had been invested in planning the heist to end up with a toddler that didn't quite measure up to their exacting standards,to their idea of what the perfect little moppet had to be in order to be what they deemed the most tempting pedophi
Warning: This story contains non-consensual sexual acts involving an adult male and a preteen girl. If you don't like it, go away. If you do, then enjoy. Oh, and if you're under 18, go visit Disney.com.
This is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment only. The author does not condone sexual relationships of any nature with underage girls or child abuse of any kind.