Plantacy
I don’t have any good excuse for molesting, little kids. I wasn’t molested myself, and I hadn’t even looked at porn before I raped my first one. He got a boner, playing over at a friends house, so I touched him, and sat on his little pecker, but he called it his “Peeny,” and he couldn’t keep it up. He didn’t even know what boners were for, and it made him uncomfortable, so I told him I was trying to help make it go away. So when it went soft inside me, and slipped out, I told him “It worked.” I got rid of his erection, and he didn’t even fake an orgasm, but I didn’t get another chance with him, after that. He was scared of me, and he always ran when he saw …