That’s disgusting
That’s disgusting” she said. “I never did that to my husband, and I’m not going to do it to you.” My dad had a heart attack and died when I was five. My mother thought it would be better for her to focus on raising me, than look for a new husband, so I had no male influence in my life. My mom went out on her first date since my father died when I was 12 years old. She left me at home with the babysitter, Mrs. Russell from next door. Mrs. Russell had babysat me before, and I liked her. She was an older lady, a grandmotherly type, a big bosom, as well as a big butt and she had gray hair. She always played with my little penis when she gave me …