A young adolescent boy's introduction to his family's fun secret. (Fiction)
I had just turned 11, and I had been eyeing up Mr. Johnson for three years. Today was the day I planned on making him my sugar-daddy. I put on my skimpiest swimsuit and went next door, but things don't always work out the way you want them to.
I rang the doorbell and the door opened. "Hello? Oh, hi Tammy" Ms. Johnson said.
"Hi Ms. Johnson. May I use your pool?" I asked.
"Sure. Go ahead, Tammy" Ms. Johnson replied.
My name is Missy. I'm 13 and I'm a babysitter. I'm 5'3" with blonde hair, hazel eyes, and perky breasts. They're not big, but all the dads and several mothers sure like sucking them. Anyway, I had been babysitting for four months when it first happened. I was babysitting for the Cappers. They have the sweetest 16-month-old daughter.
"Hi, Ms. Capper" I joyfully said as I entered the house.
Do you know the older I get the dirtier and more perverted I become? Well I have worked with mentally retarded patients for over 20 years now. The first 5 or 6 years were caring for them and being a father-figure for them, always being there for them and showing them how much I care for them.