![]() ![]() Lunch-times are the best for me, to see their skirts fly up as they play out in the sun, playing netball and softball, basketball sometimes too. I sit at my window at the start of each day, my now withered penis in my hand, a box of man-sized tissues next to me, masturbating so hard it causes friction burns on the bad days, the days when all the little lolitas frolick and play outside. Hiding little scratches and scabs I yearn to lick and chew off, swallow it like a world class meal. It all began at the start of the school year, my house is near the local primary school, and that to me is a prime spot for my little perversions, ah to see the Lolitas everyday is wonderful, short skirts, tight polo shirts stretched across their little growing buds that they sadly would be calling breasts one day, the knee high socks wrapped around their thin, nobbly knees. My tale is what the police forced me write, not a letter of apology, but a full account with my sexual encounter with little Destiny. If only they were to look into my mind, beneath my sparkling, clear grey eyes they would see what I really am. She was 7, a delectable age for a person like me, I use the word person lightly, I am nothing but a sadistic beast, in my mind, in the minds of others I am but a gentle old man. Two souls destined to meet, or so I thought at least. ![]()
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