Little Rhonda's initiation

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I remember the first time I saw her and I knew immediately she would be mine, my lover. She was one of a bunch of kids that hung out at my place. I had the only pool for miles and I was only too willing to share it with the neighborhood five to fifteen year olds. Of course I had a reason for being so nice. I had more money than any two other people in town-hell I owned the town; well, a large part of it, and I looked on the kids both as mine to watch over and nurture and as my playmates, because they did not have ulterior motives to befriend me, they didn't want to borrow money or get me to invest in their businesses or ideas.

I was forty-four years old and you can say I was a big little boy inside. That's what two ex-wives and half a dozen ex-girlfriends often said: that I was immature and a child inside a wealthy man's body.

Every parent in town knew their kid at my place was safe and that I was a good man. Goes to show what a little care and some money spread around can do. At any given time I was fucking at least four or five of these kids-the little girls, mind you, I didn't have a thing for boys; that was not my thing, and each little girl thought that they were the Special One and the Only One that received my cock into their small pussies and behinds. Took a bit of doing but I had long since mastered the trick of it.

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