Ahh yesss..first crushes..of course mother was my first crush.My second crush had to be around age 5 or 6 years old to a little black girl that lived two houses down from where my family lived.I was curious about other girls bodies,even at that age,and she was the first girl to pull down her pants and show me hers..because I simply asked to see "it".I thought to myself
that was pretty easy and learned something.I liked her alot and would ride my bike by her house almost everyday and bring her small gifts.I remember showing off my new pair of boots to her one day and riding in circles around her and her looking at me with those big brown eyes,smiling..two little girls having a moment I guess.*snort*
So I would say she was my first love/crush(different from mother)..her family eventually moved away..she took me into her house and I saw all the packed boxes and we were both helpless to do anything about it and I remember wanting to take her home with me and hide her but we both knew
this was the end.
Right now i'm crushing on my wife to be someday...crushing hard
