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I knew, somehow, that what we’d done was bad. I thought I was going crazy. His hand on his boy part. Slowly, a different feeling happened. His eyes had drooped down and his other hand was unbuttoning his own pants. “You will. What had just happened? “This is our secret ok?” He said as he buttoned my jeans. “How’s my favorite little girl?”
“I’m playing with my cars.” He knelt down next to me, his hand moving down my back to rest just above my jeans. I ached now, ached in such a strange way.
