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I moved into Colorado a few years later, my age now is eight and I am enrolled into the third grade - preparing to enter the fourth. During that time, I spent a generous amount of time at someone else's house that I could only identify as being the baby-sitter. There were four people with which to interact there - the mother and father of the house, and their two kids - a girl and a boy of mid-adolescence (14 and 15 respectively). They lived in a bustling community, with the freedom of the outdoors right in the back yard. There was a hill that rose behind the house and the three of us kids would pass away time exploring the area to see what we could find. Mostly pretending to be on some expedition of sorts - purely fantasy in origin. One afternoon the boy (Tim) and I were traversing the hill and we came across a large hole in the ground which served as a depository of used adult magazines.

Right there before my eyes were fantastic images of people doing interesting things - things that I had not done since the age of four and not exactly in the manner that I was seeing, however the essence of those actions were preserved in my mind and I associated those to what it was that they were doing; the interest of that knowledge was sparked in my mind anew. I remembered all of those things that I had done - all of those wonderful interactions what were so much fun - those things that all of us had looked forward to with a greedy covertness from all of the adults. Here it was again. The intensity of this passed with little action -- I knew that I wanted to do something about it, but I did not know what. Later on, when the girl (Brenda) and I would be on that hill I would "accidentally" chance upon the pile of magazines, and pretend to be in complete amazement at what I was seeing - just as I did when I was with Tim.

I'm not positive what events transpired, but I made it clear to the two of them - separately of course, without the other knowing - that I wanted to discover more of this and would they show me. Things progressed from going back to that hill and having her remove her shirt and allow me the discovery of her body - she allowed me it all. It began as admiration, then contact, and evolved into excitement. I did the same thing with Tim, on that hill, him exposing his body to me and allowing me to go through the full cycle of admiration, contact and excitement of that body. Needless to say, things progressed to such a state that we were bringing each other to orgasm with regularity. Keep in mind that they were unaware that I was doing this with both of them. I was the only one who fully understood that nature of my actions, and at the time I could only describe them as a state of being "happy."

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