The next day, as Becka walked her cum-filled pussy up to the table Sharon and I were sitting at, wearing just a pink Barbie t-shirt I had left out for her, I held out my arms and scooped her up. Sharon and I had been drinking coffee and talking about how the crystals and meditations and hypnosis work to get a little girl dialated and eager for sex. It was mind-boggling, her talk of neuro-transmitters (including hormones), the use of chakras, auras, vibrations, sound and color. The most facinating part of what she told me was how a child reacts very differently to certain stimuli than an adult would. She told me she could tell from little Becka's aura that she would be able to get her teeny vagina open for me by applying the crystal directly to it. For some girls, it takes a lot more, with as many as a dozen crstals and three days or more of "treatment".
   She could tell that Becka had been engaging in sexual activity just by the color and activity of the little girl's first and second chakras, down near her private parts. Because I had awakened my little girls' cunt with consistent, repeated stimulation, Sharon had made short work of making it yawn nice and wide for daddy. All she had had to do was repeat an ancient chant into the four-year-old's ear, getting her into an altered state.  Becka had responded so quickly and so well, that Sharon almost lost her crystal inside the girl as it slipped between her chubby labia.
  "We have some good news, sweetie!" I said to Becka, watching her drink her orange juice. "Sharon would like to come with us to Alaska! Would you like that, Becka?" She thought for a second and asked, sexily, in her just-woken-up voice, "Will you always fuck me, daddy?" "Of course I will, sweetheart!" I replied, lifting her shirt off, giving her tits a kiss and then french kissing  her.  Since she realized that Sharon was no threat to get in between her and me, she concluded, "Okay. I want Sharon to come."
   Sharon was so relieved! She did not know whether that kind of proposed arrangement would confuse the girl. Apparently not. "Do you want to come over here, honey?" asked Sharon, dressed in a black latex body suit with open nipples and abdomen. Naked Becka scooted off of my lap and laid in the lap of her new "mom". Sharon pulled a breast from her suit and gave it to Becka. Immediately, Becka took it in her mouth,  began sucking and closed her eyes. She was in heaven. She had finally gotten to taste a breast and soon, some human milk.
"I'll take good care of her."said Sharon, somewhat quietly. She placed her palm on the girl's mound and gently massaged. Lke a mother would. "I know you will". I said.
 I told Sharon about some of the major sexual events in Becka's life. Like the first time I had performed cunilingus on the child, at the age of three weeks. How I waited with a hard on for my wife to go out. How I struggled with the newborn's diaper! LOL. How I searched in vain for the little baby's almost-absent clitoris. How Becka's legs kicked and her eyes stared all around the room as I lapped her like there was no tomorrow. I knew we were soulmates after that first time. There's a lot of communication that goes on during sex.
I told her about the first time Becka saw my cum, shortly after her fourth birthday, and how she walked forward and kissed the load in my cupped palm! She wiped the cum off her lips afterward, giggling, and I kissed the rest off. If a girl kisses your cum, you will fall in love with her. No matter what age she is.
Becka continued to nurse on her new, sexual mommy. Her pedophile mommy! To a little girl or boy, there is no such thing as a pedophile, though. There are only those who tell them the truth, and all of the truth, about romance and sex, and those who don't. There are those who treat them  the same as they do adults, and those who treat them like cartoon characters with no minds, no ability to make good decisions and no rights. 
At a time when we both needed it, Becka and I had come together,  re-inforced and transformed our love. We would have suffered immesurably without it. We showed love to eachother's bodies, too, and always will. 
  When I was inside her then (she could take almost 3 inches) and her little 4-year-old muff did all it could to accomodate me, we looked constantly into eachother's eyes, saying "I love you." over and over, until one (or both of us) came. When that happened, we cried because we felt so much love.  I owe everything I have today, my life, my love, my happiness to one little girl who was open-minded and brave enough to fall in love with an older man.
She's sixteen now, and a mother of three, but I'll never forget those first nights when she would stand in the living room, all 32 inches of her, holding her labia open and giving me the biggest, truest smile I've ever known.