I'm guessing this guy is a nutcase. Hell, he wants to fuck kids, and that twelve-year-old is just that – a kid. Shit, my dick gets hard just thinkin...g about the older one, though, and I'm sure as hell tempted, but I want that money more. If we play our cards right, we stand to make a hell of a lot of money..." He hesitated for a moment, then went on, "The girls stay pristine like he wants."Carlson let out a sigh. "Yeah. I guess you're right, but the fourteen-year-old has some nice tits growing. After a while, I started getting desperate, and that's when a good friend of mine said the fatidic line, "You should get a sugar daddy to pay for your bills. I did. Most of these guys just want company. Mine doesn't even touch me, so I tease him all night long to keep him interested, then I go home and fuck with my boyfriend," Ashley said with a laugh. She even told me her "daddy" had a friend looking for someone.That's how I met Mr. Martinelli. Or Alex, as he asked me to call him as soon as we. “Lean over, on your side and kiss it” Mary suggested.Other than the out and out sex we had last night, this was light years ahead of where I thought we’d be.“Wrap your lips around it and suck on it a little bit.” Caroline did as she asked. “Try getting more into your mouth, but watch your teeth. We don’t want to scrape him.”Caroline got about half of me in her mouth, still sucking away.“Now, go up and down on his penis, make sure you get saliva all over it. The wetter it is, the easier it will. Over the next ten years life went on for me like normal, but it was a very bland world. I attended community college and dated like most girls. I learned to drink and smoke pot and go to concerts and parties and the mall like almost everyone else. But there was a big exception. I went to that nude beach every week, at least once a week for six to eight months out of the year. I never told any of my normal friends or anyone from my family. The beach was like my own special secret world.I was.