I'm 11
ChrisSisley
Published
02/08/2008
A young boy approaches his father and asks, "Hey, Dad, do you know how old I am today?"
"No, son, how old are you?"
"I'm eleven!" says the proud, young boy.
Then, the young boy goes into the kitchen and asks his grandmother, "Hey, Grandma, do you know how old I am today?"
"Come closer, dear."
The young boy obliges. The grandmother unzips his pants and reaches her frail arm into his underwear. She fondles him for a brief minutes and then says, "You're eleven, dear."
"How could you tell, Grandma?"
"I heard you tell your father, dear."
"No, son, how old are you?"
"I'm eleven!" says the proud, young boy.
Then, the young boy goes into the kitchen and asks his grandmother, "Hey, Grandma, do you know how old I am today?"
"Come closer, dear."
The young boy obliges. The grandmother unzips his pants and reaches her frail arm into his underwear. She fondles him for a brief minutes and then says, "You're eleven, dear."
"How could you tell, Grandma?"
"I heard you tell your father, dear."
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