Go ahead report. You are wasting your time. my confession is that I did 10 years in prison for raping a 9 year old girl. I completed my parole before the sex offender watch list was invented and I cannot be put on it because of that. While in prison I got a lot of pen pals who were women. The first thing any female pen pal wanted to know was what was my crime. I figured honesty was the best policy. Ironic isn't it? I also figured that about 99% of any pen pals would stop writing as soon as I told them what I did. I was wrong. It was more like 75%. That meant about 25% of the women who wrote me didn't care. I was astonished by the sheer volume of letters I got from women who wanted explicit details of my every sexual escapade. The problem was, and yes it was a problem after a while, that I only ever did that one crime. Yes it was certainly enough but as it turns out not enough for some of my pen pals. Most of them lost interest after a few letters, disappointed that I hadn't some additional crimes to tell them about. I also figured at least some were probably law enforcement fishing for more things to charge me with. Either way I ended up with three nice pen pals. One was an elderly lady who told me about how she had sex with her grandchildren and I was young enough to be her grand child and you get the idea. The second was slightly older than me and kept sending me photos of her two young daughters in underwear and bathing suits and asking me what I'd like to do to her kids. After a while I got tired of the second one because there was no way I was going to give her evidence, in the form of letters from me, of our conspiring to commit sex crimes against her children, as much as I was drooling over those photos of her delicious little rug rats. The third one, well she was special. Monica wrote in her letters that she was 18. She said she had a form of dwarfism, don't ask I can't even pronounce it much less spell it, that made her look like a little girl. Well she certainly did. She looked like she was around 10 years old. I got one phone call a month not to exceed 10 minutes and it had to be collect. She told me to call her so I did. Why not? My family disassociated themselves from me the day I was arrested so screw them. As I said, I called her. She sounded like a 5 year old. I got hard in an instant just listening to her voice. So long story short, When I got out she picked me up at the prison gates. In our letters and on the phone she had started to call me Daddy. When we met in person I was totally blown away. She still looked like a 10 year old, a 10 year old who was a little small for her age. In fact the only part of her that didn't look like a 10 year old was the giant bun of blond hair on top of her head. It was almost like another head. She took me home, I moved in with her and became her "Daddy." It also turns out that she had lied about her age. When she first wrote me she was only 15 and had just recently turned 18 when I got out. How she got past the screeners of the pen pal magazine I don't know. We got married and have three kids and she is still my little girl and I am still her Daddy and she looks the same as in her photos the first letter she sent. Yes, I get to fuck a "little girl" every day and nope there's not a damned thing anyone can do about it. Oh and that old adage that once a child molester always one? sure that's true enough and I am married to my "child" and she has satisfied every last craving I have had for little ones since we met. That's right, I have not once even been tempted by the sight of another child. Why would I? I have the prettiest little one at home waiting for me and not only does she satisfy my cravings, she invents new ones and then satisfies those as well.