She Needs To Register As A Child Sex Offender
My "mom" thinks I'm a whore.
I'm 38 I can consent to sex now.
At 12 I couldn't when she let a pedofile in the door.
She is the old fat cow.
I was 12 she told me to touch a molester dick.
Justice never sticks.
I didn't she said it's just skin.
Criminals usually win.
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