From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: The Donut Shop   
      
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
         I can't mention the name of the Donut Shop, for "trademark"   
   reasons; and the fact that the owners of the chain might object   
   to my using their name in a story like this.  Suffice to say that   
   it's a national chain; and the most noticeable feature of their   
   sign is pink.  For now, I'll just call it the Donut Shop.   
   Besides, I don't want to suggest that the owners of the chain   
   would ever endorse such activities going on in one of their   
   stores (restaurants?).  I'm also not mentioning the town this   
   happened in, or even the town I live in, other than it's   
   somewhere in the Midwest, and the store was about a block south   
   of the freeway.  Besides, the store burned down about a year ago,   
   and there's no sign that it's ever going to be rebuilt . . . at   
   least not as a Donut Shop anyway; though I always keep hoping.   
         My wife and I used to stop in the store regularly when going   
   shopping; before they built the new mall closer, and all the big   
   chain stores started up nearby.  Back then we'd go shopping, and   
   stop in on the way down (or the way back) and have a donut and   
   coffee.  Sometimes we'd pick up extra coffee-beans from the   
   store, as they have the best coffee anywhere (or did, anyway).   
         This time I was driving alone, when I decided to stop in and   
   get a hot cup, and pick up a big box of donut-holes for the guys   
   down at work.  I often do this when I stop in the Donut Shop,   
   when the next day is a workday, and I feel like building up some   
   moral, or making a few extra points . . . or just because I feel   
   like it.  I like donut holes myself during break; and they don't   
   cost that much more to pick up a whole box, than just a few.   
         I like to savor my coffee, not rush it (cream, and 4 slips   
   of sugar), so I did my usual "look around" at the scenery.   
         Scenery . . . you know . . . pretty things, like cute kids,   
   pretty women, and sexy young girls who've just learned to flaunt   
   what they have.  As I've told my wife, "If I stop looking, you   
   might as well shoot me, because I'll be dead . . . I just won't   
   know it."  It's mostly pretty girls that get me, though cute kids   
   and really handsome guys might draw a second look.   
         Only there always seem to be so many more good looking girls   
   than men.  Still, cute kids and sexy young girls draw most of my   
   attention.  Babies too.  Even so, I try NOT to be obtrusive about   
   my looking.  Some girls don't like strange men staring at their   
   bodies; while others glory in it . . . you could usually tell   
   which type a girl was, by what type of clothes she was   
   wearing . . . but not always.  Sometimes a girl just dressed sexy   
   for ONE guy alone.   
         I had barely seated myself, before I started looking . . .   
   casually, over the newspaper, to not offend the more sensitive   
   types.  I'm a creampuff . . . I don't even like to hurt people's   
   feelings; let alone physically.  As a rapist I'd be a complete   
   dud; as the mere thought I might be hurting somebody makes my   
   prick wilt like a marshmallow in a campfire.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         Still, quite often sexy girls DID like to be looked at . . .   
   even enjoying the gaze of 50+ men like me . . . as long as I   
   didn't make any funny passes, anyway.  Occasionally, I would even   
   get a smile in return; as some sexy young thing basked in my   
   gaze.  But that was as far as it ever went; as I wasn't about to   
   even try to seduce any of these young angels.  I knew better.   
         Kids and babies however, were fair game for making friends.   
   I love kids . . . I always have.  I loved having a child and   
   raising it until my wife and I were suddenly all alone   
   again . . . hoping for grandchildren.  In the meantime, nobody   
   ever objected to your telling them they had a beautiful baby and   
   admiring it . . . even if you couldn't touch.  Still, too see a   
   baby or toddler grin back at you when you smiled, is always   
   enough to warm the day, no matter how miserable it had been   
   otherwise.   
         Kids (here I mean about three to twelve year olds) on the   
   other hand, are the main joy in my life.  While a sexy young   
   woman or girl smiling at me gives me an instant hard-on, and the   
   thought of what I would like to do with one of those cute little   
   sexpots has given me many wet dreams; it's all fantasy.   
   Children, on the other hand, can give me almost as much pleasure   
   just by being around me.  If the kids deign to include me in   
   their games . . . well I'd rather have fun with a bunch of kids   
   who like me, than sex.  Honest.   
         No, my wife is NOT a "cold fish" who only gives me sex once   
   a month.  After over 30 years together, we still have wonderful   
   sex; and I probably get more sex from her NOW, than I did when we   
   first got married, believe it or not.  That just goes to show   
   what loving can do for a relationship, if you work at it.  No,   
   it's just that I LOVE kids.  I love to be around them.  I love to   
   hear them giggle.  I love to watch them.  I like to help them   
   when I can, and watch them learn without my help when they don't   
   need it.  And no, except for a few wet dreams I don't have   
   control over, I never really thought of having sex with them.   
   And if I HAD daydreamed about sex with children of any age, it   
   would have been the older girls . . . in the range of ten to   
   fourteen, where they're still children, but have reached puberty   
   enough to enjoy sex and yes . . . even get pregnant.  Getting a   
   woman or even a girl pregnant excites me (I TOLD you I liked   
   babies).  Lately I had been using the computer to download sexy   
   stories about pregnancy and kids . . . which had led me to some   
   unbelievably erotic stories about women and girls, and even young   
   kids who not only liked sex, but liked the idea of getting   
   pregnant as well.   
         As I said, almost unbelievable stories . . . but sexy as   
   heck.  I found it hard to believe that girls as young as those in   
   the stories were even interested in sex; so some of the stories   
   were a little hard to buy.  However, it DID wake me up to the   
   possibility; which I might have missed otherwise.   
         I had barely sat down, when I noticed two of the cutest   
   little girls I had seen in many a long year, sitting in the booth   
   right across from me.  My grin at the two beautiful brunettes was   
   returned with interest; and the older poked their mother in the   
   ribs, just in time to catch my smile at her two exuberant   
   offspring.   
      
      
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         "Three and Seven?" I hazarded a guess.   
         The woman, while not as puppy-friendly as her two kids, did   
   NOT give me the cold stare; but instead returned a warm smile and   
   replied, "No.  Four and six."   
         I found it hard to believe that the older girl was that   
   young; as the short black little micro-mini the girl wore didn't   
      
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