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I have never written a blog before. And, I am still very hesitant about revealing myself like this. But, I was told by my therapist (I have commitment issues and do my best to run from any relationship that starts to get too serious) ... However, I have lived my life trying almost anything once. If I like it, I will crave it and do it as often as possible. If I don't like it the first time, I will try it again and possibly again. I figure maybe it will be better the next time. I learned to love taco's, after all ... Now, where to start? When I was very young my parents divorced and we moved into, what at the time was Veteran housing. We call it the projects today. We lived in a small two bedroom apertment. My older sister Gail and I shared a bedroom and so did mom and my baby brother. I was a tall lanky thing from a young age and most people thought I was a few years older. Within days of moving in I met a girl named Sarah. She was my sisters age and had four older brother's and sisters, the oldest being a girl named Janet. Sarah quickly became my best friend! It was summertime and we rode our bikes and played at the playground across the street every day for weeks. We would play in the sandbox, on the swings, climb trees, and our favorite was always the monkey bars! Sarah was a tomboy! She loved to play in the dirt with our Matchbox cars and Tonka trucks. Most of the other girls in the neighborhood always picked on her because she not only liked to play with the boys but she would never wear pants or shorts either. She was always dressed in a skirt or dress. I found out later why that was, but did not think anything of it, at first. One day we were on the monkey bars when a group of girls came by and started teasing Sarah becuase she was hanging upside down by her legs. They were all yelling " I see london, I see France, I see Sarah's underpants! This was no big deal to me. Because i was used to seeing my mother in her bra and underwear, and my older sister with no clothes on. So, seeing Sarahs underwear meant nothing to me and I did not understand why Sarah was so upset over the other girls taunts! This made hr even more angry and she ran away from me and jumped right into the sandbox butt first. I jumped down from the monkey bars, and stood there a minute trying to figure out what just happened, before heading over to the sandbox. By the time I got there Sarah was sitting in the sand sobbing quietly. I told her she shouldn't cry, that those other girls were just being mean. This seemed to only make her cry harder and she ran away towards her house. I ran after her and told her not to be stupid it was only underpants! She ran into the house and the screen door slammed right in my face. I stood outside, for what seemed like forever, tying to figure out what to do. I was aboutto go home when I heard her voice calling my name. I could tell that she was crying even harder now. She was practically begging me to come upstairs and help her. I was not sure what was going on but went into the house and up the back stairs to the bathroom. When I got to the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, there stood Sarah totally naked sobbing uncontrollably. I told her to stop being silly, that what the other girls said didn't matter. She told me that she was not crying because of that, but because when she jumped in the sandbox the sand went under her panties and got into her pussy. I had no idea what she was talking about, and asked when she got a cat! That is when she reached down and spread ler legs and said no not a cat my pee-pee. Daddy said i should call it my pussy. It got all full of sand and I can't get it out. I need you to hold it open so I can get the sand out before daddy gets home! Just then, Janet walked into the bathroom... to be continued ... or matbe not
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Posted on : Aug 8, 2014
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