When I was much younger my Mother made friends with this older man who lived down the street. She would take him homemade food every Sunday so that he could put it in his freezer and then just heat it up for dinner during the week. Most times she would drag me along with her. I would sit on the loveseat and hope that we would leave soon. The place smelled weird, plus since he was up in age, there was a lot of dust and grime around the place. My Mother used to tell me that I was being rude, but I wasn’t being rude, I was too busy being freaked out by the man and his house.
One time when my Mother became ill she couldn’t make her weekly delivery of food to the creepy old man. She told me to put the stuff in my wagon and deliver it for her and not to be rude and spend some time talking to him. I dreaded this chore that I had to do. I took my time getting my shoes and coat on, and at one point I thought of running through the kitchen and just knocking all the stuff onto the floor so it would be ruined. Yes I would of received a spanking, but to me it would of been well worth it.
I started on my journey down the block, the food jiggling around in my wagon and finally I couldn’t put it off any longer. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, he shouted for me to go in. I took a deep breath and went inside. It was just like it always was. He came over and took the stuff from the wagon then disappeared into the kitchen. I sat down but kept my coat on. He came back out and sat down. He asked me about school and what I wanted for Christmas, just small talk. Then he asked me if I would like to see something special.
I told him no thank you and that I had better go. He looked sad that I had said no, but I didn’t care, I wanted out of there. He told me that it was something from his daughter’s that he had kept. I said okay, but quick. He took me upstairs and showed me a doll house in one of the bedrooms. I was not impressed. He told me to turn it around so that I could see inside. All the rooms were decorated like I had never seen. There were tiny tea cups, tiny clothes, ornate furniture, lighting, bedding. It was pretty amazing. He told me that him and his daughter would play a game while she played with the doll house. At this point I really REALLY wanted to play with the stuff inside the doll house. He told me that if we played the same game I could play with it whenever I wanted. I told him okay.
I took off my coat and began playing with the stuff in the doll house. I was so intent on my play time that I almost forgot he was there. That is until I felt his hand slide up my dress. He pressed his fat old fingers against me and I knew he was doing something behind me because he was shaking the bed that he had sat down on. He told me to keep playing, so I did. He kept doing what he was doing, and I just kept moving stuff around in the doll house. After a little while he stopped. I looked back at him and he told me that if I ever told anyone about our game he would be very angry. I promised I wouldn’t tell. After that, I told my Mother that I would take the food. Playing with that doll house was worth having old man fingers rubbing against my young smooth pussy, and I kept my promise and never told a soul about our game. Until now that is.
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