Child 900 Ring - Busted!!

Looking back, I remember thinking about sex as early as age eight. Nothing specific, really. Just some vague thoughts involving pussies and dicks. At nine, I knew I liked sexy things and by the age of eleven or twelve, I was fucking a blow-up doll my twin brother and I stumbled over in a bedroom in the west wing of one of the many houses we were raised in – this one a time-share my father kept in West Virginia. The first time I’d been out of Los Angeles in my entire life.