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older man

We all have that one older man across the street who all the young ones call the pervert. Old Mr. Sparks across from my house is the one the girls know gives the best candy. He loves when the young ones stop by in their summer wear and model it for him. I made 50 bucks the other day showing him all my new bikini’s.

I arrived at Mr. Sparks’ house the moment my parent left for work. They don’t allow me to go over there for some silly reason. I guess there are rumors that he loves to play with all the little girls in the neighborhood. Silly parents. All he wants to do is share some money with us and let us do all those dances our parents won’t. I hate when they make me behave like a proper young lady. BORING! The older man is what I really want.

The older man is always the better man.

Once the door closed, the music started. All that grind music that makes a girl want to shake her booty for some dollars. Oh yes, I know what’s up. I might look like I’m naive, but this man pulls out his wallet and hundreds of dollar bills fall out. He will only give dollars because he said parents get wise if a little has big bills.
Changing so many times, I ende

d up on my knees letting him shove all the money in my bottoms. I don’t even care that he is an older man with bad thoughts about wee ones. I only want his money and to make him run to the bank and get more. For a little more I let him peak underneath the bottoms, and guess what? He popped in his pants and sent me home with all the money in his wallet if I promised not to tell.