Dylan looked around, and saw the slightly older girl, holding her head down into the palms of her hands, almost as if she was crying. However, as he looked on he could see that she was just tired, and rubbing her eyes. He knew a little bit about this girl because they live on the same block.
Her name was Rose, and she was eleven years old. She was a tween, not quite a teenager yet. She had long reddish-brown hair, green eyes, smooth light freckled skin, and a slender body. She had some perky small breasts, and from what he could tell, she has a great ass. She was a gymnast, dressed in blue jeans, fancy girl boots, and a cute pink t-shirt. For some odd reason just looking at her made his penis hard and made it throb a bit. He didn't understand why.
As he looked her over, admiring the young girls beauty, he decides that he could test the gun on her first. Or maybe he could just show her the gun, she might like him better. He decided to
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