The little boy and the strange grandmotherAlready very early, I was not yet 6 years old, when I discovered my desire for unrestrainedness: With my younger sister or with girls from the neighborhood, I like to play “husband and wife” and “uncle doctor”. Naked, the girls grab on my Bullermann and I groomed, kissed and licked the crack their little, hairless, after lulle-scented honey pots!But soon all that interested me was the old Frau Hoffmann, who lived in our house. I ran as often as I could take it out (when I was alone at home!), Naked through the whole house: over the stairs to the floor chamber, past the kitchen window of the Vecchia nonna or in the garden.Sometimes, for hours, without a shirt and knickers, I looked out the window and waited for the matron. When I saw her then, coming down the street, I ran to the front door and waited for her. I built myself so that she could not overlook me: I enjoyed it so much that the mattress caresses my body bar of any clothing, naked, unclothed, undressed, unclothed – always with stiff Bullerhahn – their eyes!It was like an addiction! For years, since I was 8 years bahis firmaları old, I drove this immoral MY FREE!I had just turned 13, my tail was now a little bit bigger and swollen. The first hairs sprout on my pubic mound, and I was always horny and uninhibited. Although I was never sure what the old woman was thinking when she became aware of my shameless doing, she never told my parents DAVON. So I hoped: that you liked THAT.To crownIt was summer holidays. My old lords had left without relatives whom I had never seen before. Although I should live with my aunt in time, but I had made out with her that I only eat with her and stay home otherwise.Now finally came the opportunity to live out my urge passionately. It was summery, warm and so I walked early in the morning splinter naked in the whole house and garden. My lust was boundless: with excited, stiff penis, I went over the stairs in the direction of the floor chamber.On the third day of my self-chosen hermit life, my abysmal passion in front of Mrs. Hoffmann’s kitchen window, which was right at the gateway, was to satisfy me in front of her! The kaçak iddaa said window was somehow unusual. Because when I stood in front of the lower window spar was at the level of my knees and the upper ends exactly at the level of my hair.After eating with my aunt I lied: “I wanted to go swimming with friends”.Instead, I hurried home. Today I wanted to put it on it, Mrs. Hoffmann really must see me without sheathing and to look at masturbating.In my room I make myself shellless.I climb loudly up the stairs to their apartment There, so I undressed in front of this window. With the left hand I played with the rebellious dick. With the other, I just wanted to knock on the windowpane to alert me and my actions!The naked matronBut to my great surprise, the fat grandmother stood stark naked, her back to the window in her kitchen.The buxom butt immediately caught my eye. Now I wanted to see everything, her breasts, which already looked under the clothes and aprons gigan-table and of course her mumu!Although I have always wished for myself, but that I could ever see Mrs. Hoffmann naked, but I never expected!At the moment kaçak bahis an un-suppressible determination rules me: I rush to the door of her apartment, which is also the kitchen door, and knock.In the small disc in the door, which is covered with a transparent veil, I see her turn and look at me. Determined she goes in Evakostüm the few steps to the door. With her huge tits jumping up and down with every step.She opens the door, looks at me from top to bottom: “Well, you little pig,” she exclaims with a laugh and slaps me gently, “what do you want from me?” And answers the same: “Do you want to show me again just your sweet cock or should I teach you WHAT … do you want to touch me or do you want to fuck me”?I do not respond to her speech. And she explains: “My parents left without me!””Yes I know. Have you seen the last few days back to the garden naked rumlau-fen! You only do that when they are not at home «.The woman takes me by the hand, gives me a ‘Knuff on the back of the head and pulls me into her kitchen.She puts me over the armrest of her old wing chair and spanks me with a flabby hand, but not too tightly, the ass. Every time she smacks, she screams, “You k**die bugger, run around the house all night! … you little pig, show me-constantly your little Schniepel! … why do not you look for a girl in yours?