She let go and stoked me saying, “I’ve been practicing on bananas, lollypops, and popsicles all year until I had the chance to be alone with you again, but you never hung out here.” She gave me a pouty face, “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me anymore.”
“Oh Abby, you know that’s not true,” I rubbed her cute face, “We shared something very special and you’re the mother of my child. Indian sex She looked at her feet and said quietly, “Yes…”
Ok, this should be easy, “Then I promise not to tell anyone you were peeping if you don’t promise not to tell anyone what you saw,” Then I held out my pinky finger to her, “Pinky promise?” I hope kids still do this or I’m going to look stupid. I wondered if she was doing the same, thinking about how it felt.
