The Vampire Girl

CHAPTER 1

I recently got a new job and was forced to move to be closer to my work.� The move was well worth it because I was set to be making over three times the income from my previous job.� I didn�t have a lot of money for the move, but that didn�t stop me from going all out on my new home.� I knew the money would start coming in and it wouldn�t be an issue.� My new home was in a really nice neighborhood.� All of the houses were well taken care of and most had really nice cars in the driveway.� For reasons I couldn�t say now, I bought one of the only houses that had a pool.� I guess it was always a childhood fantasy to have a pool so I went for it.� And there was just something about this neighborhood that drew me here.� I couldn�t explain it and it didn�t really matter at the time.

I made the move from my little apartment to the new home by myself.� Most of my �friends� had �other obligations� the moment the word �move� was mentioned.� But no matter: I didn�t have a lot of crap anyway.� It was getting late and I was pretty much finished with getting everything inside.� I was digging through boxes and putting things away when something in the back yard caught my attention.� It was pretty late and so the yard was dark.� But I saw movement.� I peeked out the window but didn�t see anything at first.� But then I noticed there was some light reflecting off of the water in the pool causing the light to dance on the privacy fence that surrounded my back yard.

I shrugged it off and went back to my unpacking when it dawned on me that the water in the pool shouldn�t be moving that much.� The wind was calm and no one had been in the pool since I bought the house.� I looked back out the window and this time studied the water.� That was when I realized there was some kid swimming in my pool.� The little brat, I thought!

The kid didn�t see me watching and continued to swim as quietly as possible.� After the little intruder turned around, I saw the long hair and realized it was probably a girl.� Pretty ballsy move for a girl, I thought.� I watched for a while�wondering if I should just go out there and bust up her little solo pool party�but ultimately I was too tired to get into it with some father that was pissed that I upset his �little pumpkin�.� Besides, she wasn�t hurting anything.� I watched a while longer to make sure she didn�t take anything (not that I had anything out there a kid her age would want).

Soon enough my uninvited swimmer went over to the stairs leading in and out of the pool; picked up something that was hidden in the shadows there and pulled it into the pool.� From the kid�s motions, I was able to figure out what the thing was: it was a two piece bathing suit.� I have a girl skinny dipping in my pool!� The skinny dipper got out of the pool and put her shorts on over her bikini bottoms.� She looked like she was about 10 or 11 (no visible boobs to speak of), she was just over 5� tall and not more than about 85 to 90 pounds soaking wet (pun intended). �She wrung the water out of her blonde hair and she left.� Once she was gone, I went out to check on things�not that I needed to�and everything seemed fine.� So I let it go and didn�t give it much thought.

The next day I kept an eye out for the girl to be playing with the other neighborhood kids.� There were kids of all ages playing on the sidewalks and in the streets, but no sign of my swimmer.� I made busy work for myself in the front yard; I was going to stop her and let her know that I knew she was using my pool.� But she never came around that day.� I gave up and went inside as it was starting to get dark.� I turned on the TV and fell asleep at some point.

The sound of water woke me up.� I went to the widow and peeked through the blinds.� Sure enough, she was back.� She was just doing lazy laps in the pool and it looked like she was sans a swim suit again.� I guess she just wanted to cool off and have a little thrill doing it; it was a hot summer.� But that didn�t give her the right to trespass and use someone�s pool without asking.� Besides, if she had an accident and got hurt or drowned, I�d be responsible.� And how would it look for a guy in his 30�s to be caught with a naked girl in his pool?!

I decided I�d scare her off for good without even confronting her.� I just turned on the lights to the pool and the flood lights in the back yard.� She spun around to look at the house and shielded her eyes from the sudden brightness with one hand and covered her non-existent chest with the other.� She didn�t seem to know what to do, so I turned the flood lights off thinking she would take that as the hint that it was time to go.

To my surprise, she went back to swimming.� I clicked the pool lights on and off a few times to further drive the message home and she finally got it.� She swam to the side where her bikini was stashed, put it on and got out.� She put on her shorts, wrung her hair out, and she was gone.� But I got a better look at her this time.� She was quite pale.� If she hadn�t been just swimming, I�d have said she was wearing white makeup (only, all over her body) like one of those �emo� girls.� Her hair was almost white it was so blonde and her body was very toned.� But I figured that would be the last time I�d see her�at least the last time she would be naked in my pool.

To my astonishment, the very next night (and again without having seen her that day) she was back in my pool.� What is this girl�s problem?!� I didn�t even have to turn on the lights to know she was swimming naked again.� I decided to let her go and have her fun.� But I was keeping an eye on her�just in case.� After a long swim, she had enough and decided to leave.� But this time she didn�t pull her suit into the pool and put it on there�instead, she got out of the pool completely naked and walked over to where her suit was hidden.� She didn�t even put it on right away.� She first wrung her hair out and only then did she put her suit on.� She might be a little girl, but that was pretty hot!� I watched her as she went to the gate that leads to the front yard.� I went to one of my front windows to see which direction she would go.� To my astonishment, she lived in the house directly across the street from me!� I had her number now!

The next day I kept an eye on her house.� All day no one ever came or went.� That was strange because she should have at least gone to school.� A kid was walking by and I stopped him.� �Hey, kid�what do you know about the people that live there?�� The boy said, �That�s Penny.� She�s weird and scary; we don�t talk to her!�� I asked if she went to his school and he said no; that he thinks she is home schooled.� I found that a bit odd, but thought it might explain her strange behavior: lack of social skills from being home schooled.

I went inside but kept watching the house.� It was getting late and I found myself frequently looking out the front window waiting for her to come back for a swim.� It suddenly dawned on me that I might be looking in the wrong direction for her.� I went to the back and, sure enough, there she was�in my pool and skinny dipping again.� Now it was getting ridiculous.� I decided to confront her directly.� I exited the back door and walked up to the edge of the pool.� She looked at me like I was one of the patio chairs and continued swimming.� As she turned around to swim in the other direction, I opened my mouth to talk but she beat me to it�

�Four days� she said without explanation.� �Huh?� was all I could manage to get out.� �Four days�, she repeated.� �It only took you four days to confront me.� I had you pegged for at least two weeks.�� Still confused, I could only muster, �What are you talking about?�� Then she asked, �Was it because I�m swimming naked?� Is that what got you out here so quick?�

My eyes involuntarily went from her face down her back to her bare butt that was just breaking the surface of the water.� �It was, wasn�t it?� she asked amused.� I started to defend myself saying that I�m not into little kids.� When I said the word �kid� her tone changed in a flash!� �I�m not a kid!�� I said, �Ok: young lady�whatever you like�the point is you are too young for me and you shouldn�t be swimming naked in my pool.�

She shot back, �I�m older than you think.� I just look young.�� I said I was sure she wasn�t any older than 10 or 11.� She shook her head and said I was �way off�.� I said that she might be 12 or almost 13, but not any older than that.� She rolled her eyes and shook her head.� I knew I was right�she just didn�t want to admit it.

She turned to swim towards the far side of the pool, giving me a pretty nice view of her little butt.� She wasn�t shy; I had to give her that.� As she swam to the other side, she asked, �What if I told you I was much older than 13?� What if I said I was older than you?� What would you say about that?�� I responded by saying, �Then I�d say you are full of manure, in not so many syllables.�

She got to the far end and I expected her to turn and swim back my way.� But instead she put her hands on the edge of the pool and pulled herself out and to her feet.� Now I was worried but standing my ground�it was my yard; my pool; and she was trespassing�right?� She turned and walked the perimeter of the pool towards me.� She was as confident and deliberate in her movements as she was naked�completely.

She walked boldly right up to me and looked up at me.� �What if I told you I was much, much older than you, your parents, or even your great grandparents?�� I said, �Ok: you�ve had your fun.� Get dressed and go home.�� She said, �I can prove it.� I know things you can�t imagine.�� I was starting to not mind having her stand naked in front of me.� She was really attractive for a young girl and I was getting a bit of a thrill from the taboo of the situation.� I said, �Ok: amaze me.�

She began by telling me very detailed things about the history of the last 200 years.� She was telling me things that were far too detailed to learn from any school book for kids her age.� I was impressed but still not convinced.�� I said, �Well that is all very interesting, but for you to be over 200 years old, you�d have to be��� �A vampire?� she interrupted and finished my thought.� I nodded my head while making a face that indicated the notion was ridiculous to me or anyone with common sense.� She said, �Vampires are real: I can assure you of that.�

I called her bluff with a simple challenge. �I said, �OK then�if you are a vampire, let�s see you fly; or move at lightning speeds.�� She rolled her eyes and scoffed.�� She spoke slowly, softly, and calmly, �Hollywood�they never get it right.� The truth is: we are bound by the same laws of physics as anyone else.� We don�t have the ability to run any faster than �normal� humans; we can�t fly; and we certainly�do not�turn into�bats.� That is absurd.� We are not heartless, murderous monsters; we do not prey on humans�drinking their blood in order to live.� In fact, we feel all of the same emotions you do.� We feel joy and sadness; we feel compassion, and remorse�jealousy, anger and pride; we have desires and feel loneliness.� We feel pain�both physical and emotional.� We want to love and to be loved.� But Hollywood gets some things�mostly true.� We cannot tolerate the sunlight at all.� That is one thing they have exactly correct.� Also, once we are turned, we never age and unless we are deliberately murdered, we will live forever.�

I listened to her closely and wondered what books she has been reading and reciting from.� She could see that I wasn�t even a little convinced, although I was impressed with her speech and how well she gave it.� She studied my face and said, �You still don�t believe me.� �Look at me; does it look like I get much sun?� And feel my skin; it is cold, isn�t it?�� I touched her on her shoulder and her skin was quite cold.� But I pointed out an obvious fact.� I said, �Yeah, but you just got out of the pool and you are standing here completely naked.�� She nodded in agreement and said, �Ok: I know how to prove myself to you.�

She turned and started walking away from me and toward where her clothes were lying on the ground.� I couldn�t help but watch the young girls� butt cheeks glide against each other as she walked.� She reached her clothes and bent down, knees slightly bent and her little butt was sticking out with no hint of shame.� She retrieved something from the pocket in her shorts and began walking back towards me.� She hid the item in her palm and behind her back so that I could not see.

When she got close she began to talk again, �Another thing Hollywood gets right is our ability to heal.� Vampires do heal quite fast�much faster than �normal� humans.�� She produced her still closed hand in front of me and I couldn�t quite make out what she was holding.� Then without warning, a noise that made a �KA-SHING� sound hit my ears as a steel blade sprung instantly straight out of her fist.

I was getting a little creeped out when she said, �Don�t feel creeped out.� I�m not going to hurt you.�� I scoffed at the notion of this little girl hurting me.� She said, �I told you, I�m not just a little girl.� That�s right�I can read your thoughts.� Are you watching?��� I didn�t respond.

Suddenly, she thrust the knife toward the bend in her elbow and began slowly pulling it down the length of her forearm; a long trail of blood followed the path of her blade.� She squinted her eyes and her face twisted in pain as she breathed in deep through clenched teeth.� She didn�t stop until she reached the end of her wrist and I thought I was going to vomit.� I wasn�t squeamish at the site of blood; I just thought I witnessed a kid try to kill herself.

Instinctively, I started to take my shirt off to use as emergency first aid for her self-inflicted wound.� Before I could, she stopped me and said it was ok.� She said, �Look: it�s not bleeding anymore.� You see?�� There was still a dark red trail on her arm, but no more blood was coming from the long cut she made.� My head was swimming in confusion.� Before I could speak, she said, �Are you ready for this?�� Unable to speak, I just stared in half shock.� Then, she began to slowly wipe away the blood, following the same path from elbow to wrist as when she made the cut.

As she cleared the blood away, I could see that her skin was completely intact.� She finished wiping all of the blood off of her arm and there wasn�t a scratch on her.� I was looking at her now in disbelief and she began to laugh at me.� �Can you at least put your clothes on�, I asked her, feeling a bit relieved and not in any danger (there was something reassuring about her laugh; I don�t know what it was).� �Why?� You are quite enjoying this, I know.� Is the fear of someone seeing us that great in you?�� She took a step closer to me and closed the distance between us to an intimate distance.� I could feel her next to me, though we did not quite touch.� She had more confidence than I had ever seen in someone so young.

I was becoming convinced that she was in fact a vampire�the stunt with the knife was difficult for me to dismiss.� Wanting to cut to the chase, I said, �Let�s just say for the sake of argument you are a 200 year old vampire: what do you want from me?� Do you just want to swim in my pool?�� She said, �I saw you moving in here the other day.� It was finally dark by the time you were finishing getting your things off of the truck.� You did it all yourself, didn�t you?�� I admitted that I did but didn�t let the thought enter my head about why�just in case.� �I liked that.� Most of the living won�t do anything on their own.� But you were different and I wanted to see if you could do something for me that I am not able to do.�� �And what would that be?� I asked.� She explained, �I was turned at an early age; you were exactly right when you guessed my age from my looks.� I was just eleven when I became a vampire.� And so, my body never matured, but my thoughts and feelings did.� Having the look of a young girl, I have never been able to find a man that would make me feel like a woman.�

I was getting really uneasy about where this was going and started to make a retreat.� But she grabbed my hand (her hand was really cold) and said not to go.� �There are plenty of perverts out there that would be willing to do this, but they are scum of the earth and I don�t want them.� You are a good man; that�s why I chose you.�� I asked her why she doesn�t just go find another vampire like herself and hook up with him.

That was when she explained about the vampire council.� She said that vampires are forbidden to socialize with other vampires because groups of vampires tended to want to turn others.� The eldest vampires made up the council and they knew that their own kind were not natural to this world and should not be here.� If a vampire turned a human, then they were brought before the council because that was the worst offense.� The worlds� population of vampires was not to grow by even one.� Anyone that turned a human would forfeit his or her own life.� There were strict laws governing them and any violation would result in the offender appearing before the council.

She said, �If you go before the council, that is the last time anyone will see you.� All violations of our laws are punished by death�there are no warnings.�� I said, �That�s a pretty good story, but if that is true, why would the vampire that turned you sacrifice himself like that?� It doesn�t make sense.�� She said, �Honestly, I wish I knew the answer to that question.� All I know is the one that turned me was over 3,000 years old when he did it.� And I remember I was very sick.� I don�t know what it was that I had, but I know it was 100% deadly and very contagious.� Once they knew I was sick, I was put in a room and left to die; even my parents wouldn�t come in the room.� I don�t know: maybe he was ready to die and took pity on a dying girl�sort of a �two birds with one stone� act.� After he turned me, I began to get better fast.� He was telling me as much as he could about vampires and the laws I would have to follow.� Then three council members showed up and said he had to go with them.� One council member stayed behind with me to teach me all I needed to know about my new life.� As soon as I knew what was expected of me, he said it was time for him to go.� Before he left, I asked him why the other vampire turned me if he knew he would be killed and he told me it was of no importance and he left.� So, I just don�t know��

I couldn�t believe it, but she was convincing me!� Then she went back to her previous point and said, �So, that is why I want you to be with me.� I want to feel love and I can�t get that from my own kind�it�s forbidden.��� And now she was winning me over.� This was a bit of a once in a lifetime opportunity!� I could actually have sex with a (very) legal aged woman that had the tight body of a preteen!� I gave her a reluctant nod and said, �Ok.�� She responded by saying, �Splendid� and went to get her clothes.� I thought, �she sure doesn�t talk like a little girl��� She was still going to get her swim suit and shorts when she looked over her shoulder and said, �I don�t talk like a little girl because I�m NOT a little girl��� �Holy Shit; she can read my thoughts�, I said to myself.� She said, �That�s right��� If there was any doubt in my mind before, it was gone now.

The vampire girl gathered her clothing but didn�t bother to put them on.� We walked inside my house and I showed her to my bedroom.� It was probably not necessary since her house was almost exactly like mine.� I asked her if her name was Penny like the kid on the street had said.� She said that a lot of people call her Penny, but her name was actually Penelope�Penelope Adams.

I started to tell her my name but she cut me short saying, �I know who you are, Michael Hunt.� But you prefer �Mike�, don�t you?�� I nodded in agreement and amazement.� Once in my room, we got right to the business at hand.� She helped me take my clothes off and soon I was as naked as she had been all night.� I wasn�t sure what to do; she seemed so young.� She said, �Just pretend I�m an older girl you picked up at a bar or club.� If you treat me like a kid, I might kill you!�

I wasn�t sure if she meant that or not, but decided not to risk it.� I took her in my arms and kissed her.� It was lightly at first, and then increasingly more passionate.� My dick was springing to life now.� I paused and asked if it was possible for me to get her pregnant�don�t want any �children of the night� running around.� She said that she became a vampire before her body matured to that point so that was impossible.

That was good enough for me.� I continued holding her small frame in my arms and she wrapped her arms and legs around me.� I walked her over to my bed and lay her down there.� I was over the top of the seemingly young beauty and was amazed at her features.� I looked her over slowly to take her all in.� Even with her hair wet as it was, it was still very blonde.� She had smoky eyes that shone bright�even in the dim light of my room.� Her breasts were almost non-existent; there was a small puff to her nipples and that was all.� Her pubic region was completely devoid of any sign of hair�not even light peach fuzz was to be found there.

The Vampire girl had the slightest curve to her hips.� I could see that she had been right on the cusps of womanhood when she was turned into a vampire.� I went down on her and my tongue quickly found her clitoris.� It was still small after so many years.� And maybe it was because she had just been swimming, but it tasted marvelous.� I was worried for a moment that it would taste like rot, but that was far from the case.� Her juices were sweet and delicious!

I worked my way up her tiny body, kissing every part of her.� I sucked on her tiny nipples as my cock head found her long-awaiting pussy.� She had her arms around me and pulled me close.� Her legs came up and hooked around me, pulling my cock to her.� �Do it; do it now�, she begged.� I pushed the head of my dick into her and she moaned in pleasure for the first time in 200 years.� She told me not to stop, so I kept going.� I felt her hymen stretch and I couldn�t wait feel the thin flesh tearing from my intruding cock.� I pushed in smoothly and at a snail�s pace and felt it slowly rip open, fiber by fiber.� She screamed out in pain, and it was an amazing feeling.� I could feel her vampire blood slowly oozing out, making my cock slick and glide easier.� With any luck at all, I might get the chance to feel it rip open on a regular basis�since vampires always heal to their original state�and hear that �virgin no more� scream again and again!

That thought really got me excited and I felt my orgasm building too fast.� I pulled out and saw my dick was red with her blood and it was an amazing site.� I started exploring her little body again.� She rolled over and presented her tight little ass to me.� I let my eyes and hands explore every square inch of her milky white flesh.� There was not a tan line to be found on her anywhere.� The color of her vaginal lips was the same as the color of her nose!� She truly does not go out in the sun�ever!

While waiting for my building orgasm to subside, I continued exploring her flesh with my fingers.� I let my fingers run right down her spine and into her butt crack and tickled her tiny, cute asshole.� I used the other hand to tickle her vagina and clit.� She was burying her face into my pillow and letting out little screams of delight.� The muffled sound was exhilarating.

Feeling like I could continue now, I rolled her over and took the pillow from her.� I lifted her ass off the bed and shoved the pillow under her to get her little pussy in the air so I could get some deep thrusting action.� With a hand on each of her knees, I spread her legs wide open until she looked like she belonged in the centerfold of a child edition of Penthouse Magazine.� I pushed into her hard so that I would once again rip her hymen, but this time I wanted to rip it to shreds.� I was a little disappointed to find that it hadn�t yet healed itself.� No matter, it would surely repair by tomorrow.� I started thrusting in and out of her and my balls began to slap against her little ass.

If anyone saw this scene, I�d be off to jail until I could prove how old she really was.� I was really building up a rhythm now and was pounding away at her.� She started to moan really loudly and her vagina began pulsing and squeezing on my cock.� Knowing that she was having the first orgasm in her 200 year old life, I blew my load deep in the vampire girl that looked like a young preteen.� As we came down from our orgasms, we slowed the pace down.� I was slowly and only slightly pushing in and out of her and she was slowly rocking her hips up into me.� I kissed her tenderly and she kissed back.� Our tongues met and massaged each other.� She began to thank me for helping her out in such a big way.� I told her I was all too glad to help and that she could come over any time she wanted to do it again.� She said that she would do that but that she had to get home before the sun came up.� I understood�my house wasn�t exactly light-proof.� She got dressed and showed herself out the door.� I couldn�t sleep the rest of the night.

I ended up sleeping as the sun was coming up, but could only sleep for a few hours.� I got up and waited for Penelope, the vampire girl, to come back.� Not long after the sun went down, she was back.� I asked her to come in and she was more than ready.� She asked if we could have sex again and I told her that it would be my pleasure.

By the time we got to my room, there was a trail of clothes on the floor behind us and we were naked together.� I scooped her up and put her on my bed.� My cock had been hard for half of the day, so I was ready to once again ruin that hymen of hers.� I jammed my cock into her so hard that I wanted to HEAR that thing rip apart.� She let out a scream of lust, passion, and desire that I quickly muffled with a deep kiss.

I found it strange that my dick was not met with the resistance of her repaired hymen.� I was pumping in and out of her anyway and kept my lips sealed to hers while her muffled screaming eased into moans of pleasure.� I was pumping my fat cock into her at a fairly quick and steady pace, balls slapping her cute little ass.�

Looking down at the seemingly young girl as my raging erection pushed in and out of her small pussy had my orgasm building fast.� Her childish face with the expressions of a woman in the throes of sexual passion was almost too much to bear--the taboo of it was overwhelming.

I felt the cum building and pushed into her as deep as I could get my cock.� Her cervix was being pushed up by my cock head and my orgasm hit like a tsunami, blasting past her cervix and into her forever barren womb.� When Penelope quieted down and was just enjoying the sex, I commented on the still broken hymen: �I�m surprised your hymen didn�t repair itself by now��� As the last spurts were draining from my rock-hard shaft and into her unbelievably tight little pussy, she finally replied with a wink, �I�m surprised you actually believe in vampires��

CHAPTER 2

A sudden dose of reality is a powerful thing.� I was looking down at Penelope, balls pressed against her ass having just dumped a big load as deep in her pussy as I could plant it, and she just confessed with a smirk that she was really 11 years old.� I froze; staring blankly.� �What?� was all I could muster, once again.� She patted me quickly twice on the shoulder and said, �Don�t stop; keep going��� I said, �But, you just said�I mean�you aren�t a vampire?�� She rolled her eyes at me and just said, �Really?� Is that so hard to believe?� That I�m NOT a vampire???�

She had her legs hooked on my butt and was using her legs to get me to pump into her, but it wasn�t working very well; I was still frozen�and still balls deep with my cock pulsing involuntarily to get as many of my sperm cells inside of her as it could.� She finally released her hold on me and I (some-what reluctantly) pulled out of her.� She was sitting up now and I could see a little of my cum dripping from her tiny pussy, but not nearly as much as I knew I just filled her womb and doused her vaginal walls with.� She looked at me, studying my face.

After a few moments, she said, �Ok: here�s the deal.� I�m really 11 years old.� But, I�m not your everyday normal 11 year old girl.�� �No shit�, I thought to myself.� She continued, �I can�t go out in the sun�that part is true.� The sun can kill me in a matter of minutes.� I have a very rare sun allergy; a condition I was born with.� My Birthday is in December and that�s the only reason I made it past a day old.�

I had a confused look on my face and she clarified that she was heavily bundled from the cold when she was being taken home from the hospital and that saved her life because it kept the UV rays off of her skin.� But she still received sunburns to her face.� Her parents brought her back to the hospital before they ever made it home with her and she was diagnosed with a UV ray allergy.� I said that explained the pale skin and the late night adventures.

She said there was more to her than that, though.� She said that she was a complete insomniac.� She only slept one or two hours a week.� I thought that would be maddening to not be able to sleep and not able to go outside for 12 hours a day.� Then she gave me the third and least surprising condition she had.� She said that she never forgets anything�ever.� I said, �You have a photographic memory?�� She said, �Actually, there�s no such thing as a photographic memory.� It�s called having an eidetic memory.�

I was looking at her very skeptically now.� The chances of any one person having those three rare conditions�that was impossible�and I voiced my opinion.� �Oh, right: but being a vampire is totally possible, huh?� she asked sarcastically.� She had me there, but I still did not believe her.� She went on to tell me about how she could talk like a two year old when she was 11 months old and how by the time she was two she was reading simple books and doing basic math.� By the time she was 5, she was finishing the 5th grade and she finished high school at the age of 6 & �.� I was still in disbelief, but when she told me that she had a master�s degree in history at 9 years old and a PhD in psychology at 10, I was calling �Bullshit�.�� She said, �How do you think I knew all of that history I was throwing at you last night by the pool?�

Unable to answer her, she continued, �And the �mind reading�? I knew what you were thinking because I can read your eyes and your body language.� Plus, I know guys and you are nothing if not a typical guy!�� I said, �You sliced your arm open from elbow to wrist!� I watched you do it; I saw the blood!�� She said, �Have you ever watched a violent movie?� Do you think they stab people for real in movies?� That knife couldn�t cut through hot butter!� The blade is completely rounded; the blood came from a hidden squeeze bulb and was nothing more than corn syrup, corn starch and a lot of red food coloring�and some blue to darken it up a bit.�

I still didn�t believe her.� �Do you ever tell the truth?� I asked in frustration of what to make of things.� She looked at me a moment and said, �Come on; I want to show you something.�� She got up and handed me my clothes, telling me to get dressed.� She put on her shorts and t-shirt but left her panties where they were.�� That was the first time I noticed that she had been wearing panties and not a swim suit this time.

I followed her to my front door and when she went to lead the way out, I stopped her and asked where we were going. �She said, �My house, of course,� in a matter of fact tone.�� I stopped her right there.� �No way; your father will kill me!�� She said, �He�ll never know.� My parents don�t live with me.�� I just thought, �WTF?� and followed her out the door and towards her house.� I walked cautiously and skeptically.

The streets were completely deserted and the air seemed a few degrees cooler than normal for this time of year.� I knew it was just my nerves.� She looked back at me and motioned for me to keep up.� �Come on; it�s fine�I promise.�� We walked in her front door and I looked instinctively for a large man with a bat or shotgun coming after me.� But the house was quiet.� It was meticulously clean and decorated in a contemporary style.� I looked around as she led the way; looking for dolls, games, or anything that would suggest an 11 year old girl lived here.� But I could find no such items.

I quietly asked her where her parents were.� She shrugged and said, �I imagine they are sleeping at their place.�� I was still whispering when she asked me why.� I said, �No 11 year old girl lives by herself in her own house��� She smiled and said, �Let me show you around some more.�� She took me upstairs and I just knew my head would soon be turned to a red mist from her father�s shotgun; my heart was pounding and my palms were getting sweaty.

She led me through a door, turned on the light and said, �This is my room.� You�ll notice it�s the master bedroom�� She opened the closet and revealed it was full of her clothes.� The master bath had a small laundry basket, the contents of which contained only her clothes.� She led me to the three spare bedrooms; one was used for storage, one was a small in-home gym, and the third was a neatly organized office.

No doubt about it: she was the only one living here.� I looked around the office and the three large frames on the wall were impossible to miss.� They were diplomas; college diplomas.� Just as she had said, they were hers.� Penelope Lynn Adams:� Master degree in History; graduated from Harvard; Harvard for Christ�s sakes.� Sure enough, right next to it: Penelope Lynn Adams: PhD in Psychology.� Once again, it was from Harvard.� �Holy shit�� was all I was able to say and just barely above as whisper.

I was still stunned but now looking at her as if for the first time.� I finally managed to speak, �Ok: you are a genius.� And you have a skin allergy.� But, why��� ��Did I trick you into having sex with me?� she said finishing my thought.� �Yeah �, I admitted.� She asked, �If I had told you the truth from the beginning, would you have slept with me?� No��� She was right about that, too.� I couldn�t even begin to deny her that.� �Well�but�You shouldn�t be having sex at 11 years old��� �Should I have a PhD at 11?� she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

I was really trying to make my case for what she did being wrong.� �But when you are 11, you don�t really know�you know...�� Penelope looked at me with eyebrows raised waiting for me to finish my statement because she was going to rip the thought apart and I knew it.��� �What?� Go on� I don�t know what I want?� Or what I�m doing?� Look at me; look around this room!� Look around MY house!� Do you think for a second that I don�t know what I�m doing or what I really want?� Don�t even try to play grown-up psychologist with me!� she teased while pointing to her diploma on the wall.� �Fuuuuck�� was all I could think of to mutter as I continued looking around her office.

She said, �Listen Mike, I�m sorry for tricking you.� I really am.� But you have to admit that I had you pegged from the beginning and you have to admit that I knew what I wanted; I am not just some silly kid that is acting solely on hormones.� Sure I have some of that going on, too�I can�t escape my biology�but mentally speaking, I�m more advanced than any woman 18-25.� And they are all �legal� to have sex with.�

She grabbed my hand to try and snap me out of my semi-trance and I turned my head down to look at her.� I said that I knew she was right but that it was still hard to swallow.� I added that if anyone ever found out what we had done, I�d still go to jail; the system only cares about numbers when it comes to having sex with girls under 18.� She said, �Let me show you something else.�

She went to her large oak desk and opened a drawer.� Without having to search for it, she pulled a large stack of papers from a file and handed it to me.� The papers were clearly legal documents from a state court house.� I started reading it and was having trouble deciphering a lot of the lawyer lingo.� I started leafing through the papers not making a lot of sense of it and she finally said, �In a nut shell, that says I am legally an adult.� There are some things I can�t do like drive or vote, but I�m working on those.� I can�t release nude images of myself for obvious reasons but I can have them so long as they are kept private to me.�� She looked up at me and added, �I don�t have any, by the way.� But I can make almost any adult decision I want; I can enter into contracts without parental permission and as it says right here, I can have �personal relationships of any/all nature� with whomever I want.� Ironically, I can�t have sex with people my own age�they are not adults like me,� she said shaking her head at the thought and thumbing through the rest of the document.

After letting it all soak in for a few minutes, I was starting to feel better knowing that she was legally an adult.� I was still trying to wrap my head around things and she could see that.� She said that she really liked me and didn�t want to scare me away.� Seeing that she was feeling a bit vulnerable (which was new for me to see in her) I told her that it was ok and that I understood what she had done and why.� But if it was ok with her, I wanted to slow things down a little.� She was ok with that but I could tell she was a little sad about it at the same time.� We were slowly making our way to her front door and I knew the evening was coming to an end.� She said, �This concept is very new and shocking for you.� I understand.� Take as much time as you need to get used to the idea.� I think you are a special man, Mike.� You know where to find me.�

I crossed the still deserted streets, making a straight line to my door.� I went inside and let out a large sigh.� Exhausted, I went up stairs to go to bed.� Penelope�s panties were still there on my floor in a bunch from when she rolled them off of her little hips.� I picked them up and was going to set them aside to give back to her later when I noticed there was a white liquid in the crotch.� It wasn�t sperm; she never put them on after we had sex.� It was her own juices that she was making in anticipation of what we did.

That thought was a turn on and my hanging digit started to respond.� I gave the panties a quick, cursory sniff; they smelled just like her little crotch�delicious.� I unrolled the panties and saw they were a lacy purple pair of Victoria�s Secret panties; size XS from the �Pink� line of panties.� They were incredibly sexy and I found myself wishing I had seen her in them (our clothes came off so fast earlier that night that I never noticed them on her).

I sniffed them again and they were delightful.� I stuck the tip of my tongue into her gooey secretion and it tasted even better than they smelled.� I went into the bathroom and set the panties on my bathroom counter.� I took a long hot shower and reflected on everything that happened that night.� When I got out, I was strangely disappointed that Penelope�s scent was no longer on me.� Seeing her panties there, I took them in my hand and I applied her secretions all over my now raging cock.� I wasn�t masturbating with them; I just wanted her sent back on me for reasons I didn�t know and couldn�t explain.� I even scrapped some off her panties with my fingernail and pushed it down into the hole at the tip of my cock head.� I could smell her on me again and I felt better.� I went to bed and dreamt of the 11 year old vampire woman across the street.

I went into work the next morning.� While talking with Greg, one of my more crass friends/co-workers, he stopped me in the middle of my sentence and asked, �Dude; did you get laid?�� I tried to pretend like I didn�t know what he meant because I knew the barrage of questions that would be following that question.� I shook my head no and said I didn�t know what he was talking about.

Not one to be subtle, he just said, �Bullshit: I can smell it!�� Before I could move away, he got down on his knees with his head by my crotch and inhaled deeply.� He then jumped up and loudly exclaimed, �Your dick smells like pussy you motherfucker!� Who�s the owner of that cunt cream on you?!�

Some of the ladies in the office turned their heads at his comments to look at us and see who was so rude.� I apologized for him as they continued about their business (no doubt used to his rude antics).� I told him to hold it down and to stop making a big deal about it because I wasn�t sure if it was going to happen again (although I knew I probably was going to continue the blooming relationship).� He asked why and without thinking I said that she was kind of young for me.� I should have known better because he jumped all over that.� �How young?� Is she legal?!�� �Yes; she�s legal, you idiot.� I said truthfully if not technically.� He wanted all of the details like how big her tits were etc�� But I told him that the conversation was over and went about work.� But for that entire day I was not able to get Penelope Lynn Adams off of my mind.

On the way home from work, I stopped off at a market and I bought a single red rose for Penelope.� I waited for her to come over for a swim, but she didn�t show.� When it became clear she wasn�t coming over (and the streets were quiet), I took the rose over to give to her.

Just as I was going to knock, she opened the door and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me.� I presented her with the rose and she put it to her nose bashfully while looking at me.� �Thank you!� This is the first flower any man has ever given me.�� I was surprised at that and she added that her Dad had, of course, but he didn�t count.� This one was different�it came from a MAN; not DAD.� I smiled in understanding.� I asked her how her day was and she said it had been the same as always for the most part.

She asked about my day and I admitted that I couldn�t stop thinking about her.� She asked if that was a good or bad thing and I said, �Well, the way I see it, you might only be 11 years old, but you are certainly no 11 year old kid.� Those papers in your desk are right: you ARE an adult.� And I think you are a really special and amazing woman.�� She was beginning to beam with joy.� �And, after knowing you for just under a week now, I really like what I see and want to get to know you more.� So I�d like to take you to dinner and maybe do something nice together.�

She was twisting back and forth while still sniffing her rose and asked me through the flower, �Are you asking me out on a�date?�� I answered, �Yes: I would love to take this lovely woman in front of me on a date.�� I couldn�t see Penelope�s mouth behind her rose, but she was smiling as big as her mouth would go; I could see that in her cheeks.� She just gave a little giggle and nodded.� I said, �I�ll pick you up tomorrow night�just after sun-down.�

Penelope again shook her head yes and managed to say �ok� through her flower-hidden grin.� I let myself out and closed the door behind me.� Once the door closed, I heard Penelope from the other side start to squeal, laugh and jump up and down like a little girl that just got asked to the prom by the hottest boy in school.� I smiled to myself and went home.

While at work, I spent a large portion of my day thinking about our date.� I made reservations at a nice (expensive) restaurant.� Then I decided we should do something a bit romantic but that it couldn�t raise eyebrows.� What romantic thing can a guy do with an 11 year old that won�t have every squad car in the area screeching up on him?� It didn�t take long for me to figure it out and our date was planned.� When I got home, I called Penelope to �make sure we were still on� for tonight.� She said, �Yes; of course�� and I told her to wear something nice.� She got really excited at that idea.

The sun had just slipped below the horizon and the sky was still pink and purple with the fading light when I pulled my car into her drive (all of the way from across the street�but this was a DATE�I�m not making her walk over to my place to start it off).� She invited me in but was still careful not to let the little remaining light touch her sensitive skin.� I hadn�t realized it was that bad and made mental note not to come over so early next time.

She was still getting ready; doing her hair and a little makeup.� She had on a little black dress that looked appropriate for her in all respects.� I had followed her to her room but stayed there while letting her finish getting ready in her bathroom.� I needed to surprise her with the second part of the date so I asked her an unusual question.� I said, �I have a strange question for you.�� She just said, �What is it?�� I said, �Can I go through your clothes to get something very specific?� I can�t tell you what I�m looking for because it will ruin the surprise.�� She poked her head around the open door and looked at me quizzically.� �What are you up to?� she asked.� I said teasingly, �Can�t tell you: it�s a surprise.�

Penelope was intrigued and gave me the go-ahead.� It didn�t take me long to find what I was looking for, but I continued my �search� anyway for two reasons.� 1) I didn�t want her to know when I found what I was looking for or she�d guess what I picked up and 2) the little pervert in me wanted to see more of her �intimates�!

I stuffed the clothing articles in my jacket pocket before she could see what I picked out.� Moments later she was ready to go and came out of the bathroom.� She wore her hair up in a formal style that went perfectly with her little black dress.� She had heels on that were not �hooker tall� and they weren�t �little girl short�, either.� We went downstairs to start our first date (and her first date ever)!� I escorted her to the car, opened her door, held her hand as she got in and closed her door for her.� I had left the car running with the A/C on so it wouldn�t be hot and cause her to sweat.

We arrived at the restaurant and the valet opened her door for her.� I gave the guy the keys and we went inside.� We were sat down and our waiter began doing his job.� He was flawless in his duties, but then made the comment that it was lovely to see a proud father dote on his daughter in such a way.� I began to correct him when Penelope lightly kicked me under the table.� She gave a very subtle shake of her head that said, �don�t: it�s ok�.� When the waiter left, I told her that I was so sorry about that and she said to let it go; she knew it was going to happen and that if we continued to date it was going to happen frequently.� She was right, of course.

After dinner, we got in the car and she was beside herself to know what we were going to do now.� I told her that it would be romantic and very casual�unlike dinner.� She was so excited she clapped like a little girl.

As we got closer and closer to where I was taking her, I was giving little hints and she was eating them up.� She was getting very close to figuring it out when I pulled the car to a stop.� We were at the beach.� It might be a bit of a clich�, but I knew this was going to be new for her.� I reached into my jacket and produced her bikini and a cover-up/wrap.� Without skipping a beat, the 11 year old woman kicked off her heals and stripped her little black dress off in the front seat of my car.� She then wiggled out of her black panties and put her bikini bottom on.� Her bra came off and her lovely nipples were poking out in excitement.� She tied her bikini top on and was ready to go.� I had my swim trunks on already�under my slacks.� I just had to strip down to them and I was ready to go, too.

I was going to let her out of the car, but she couldn�t wait.� She got out of the car and went skipping up the sand dune that led to the ocean.� Then she ran back down to me, and took my hand to get me to hurry up.� We held hands and walked down to the water�s edge and began to walk along the surf line; the ocean current flowing up over our feet.

In the unlikely event someone would see us, we would look like a father and daughter walking along the beach�nothing too unusual.� But we were anything but usual.� We talked about everything: what we had gone through together in the last week; where we thought this could go, and the difficulties we could face.� I was surprised to learn that she had as many concerns as I did.� We walked slowly and talked openly.� Some concerns we were able to put to rest, others we would figure out later if they actually came up.

When we got down to a section of beach that didn�t have any homes or structures in front of it, Penelope said, �I�ve never been swimming in the ocean, you know��� I just motioned with my head towards the water and we both took off into the small waves.� We went out as far as she could stand and keep her face above the water.� She was a good swimmer, but she didn�t want to go too deep since it was her first time in the ocean.

The darkness surrounded us and even though we were technically in public, we had all of the privacy we could use.� Penelope wrapped her limbs around me and my hands went to her little butt to help support her.� �Thank you for tonight; this was the most perfect date I could imagine�, she said.� And with that, she kissed me.� For that moment, I forgot that she was 11 years old.� I drew her tighter to me and my growing dick pressed into her.� She began to grind herself into my growing erection.� Sex seemed imminent but I knew that wasn�t the best idea: a lost article of clothing in the surf would be difficult to explain.� Penelope agreed with that and asked, �What do you want to do?�� I said, �The real question is: your place or mine?�

Without skipping a beat, she answered, �Mine.�� I nodded �ok� and we continued to make out in the light surf for a few minutes.� Soon, we made our way back to the shore and turned to walk back to my car.� We walked at the same slow, steady pace as before; still holding hands.� But now we were more quiet and just enjoying each other�s companionship.

By the time we got to the car, the sea breeze had dried us completely and we didn�t even need the towels I packed in the trunk.� We put our dinner clothes back on in case anyone in the neighborhood saw us go and then come back.� That was unlikely since it was now 3:00 in the morning.� But you never know.

I drove Penelope home, pulling into her driveway.� She went to let herself out and I told her, �Don�t you dare��� I got out and she watched me as I walked around the car to let her out.� I opened her door and gave her my hand to �help� her out of the car.� She was positively glowing.� I walked her to the door and without really thinking about it, gave her a kiss on her doorstep.� Then I told her that I would be right back (had to take my car home and change) and she said she would be waiting; to just let myself in.

I took the car home, changed faster than Superman, and was back at her place in less than 10 minutes.� I let myself in and she called me upstairs from her room.� I entered her room and there she was; waiting just like she said she would be.� She was simply beautiful.� She had lost the little black dress and the bikini; trading them in for some lingerie that I did not see while going through her things before.� She was wearing black panties that were almost completely sheer.� I could see the top of her little slit playing �peek-a-boo� where the panties turned opaque at the bottom of the crotch.� She had on a matching bra that showed her nipples clearly and it was just a little too big on her.

It must be hard to find properly fitting lingerie when you are only 11; lingerie is typically and naturally made for older women.� The black sheer fabric was a vibrant contrast to her incredibly white skin.� Her blond hair was purposely laid out and draping over her pillows.� And she had black high heels on; not the same ones she wore to diner�these were �fuck me heels�.� I started to make my way to her bed and she asked, �So: can you think of a way that I can properly thank you for a wonderful evening?�� I said, �I think I can come up with something��� She replied by saying, �Then come up with it and, while you�re at it, you can cum up in me with it!�

I never knew that an 11 year old could talk so dirty and that it would be so arousing when she did!� I was now hard as a rock and was ready to stick my cock in this sultry beauty again.� But I wanted to tease her a little, too.� I said, �I�d love to cum inside of you, but I can�t do that.� You see: I have a problem�� and I nodded down to my shorts.� �I can help you with that; it�s the least I can do�� she said.� She came over to me and knelt down in front of me and began pulling my shorts down.� I didn�t bother to put any boxers on�� I had only intended for her to take my shorts off for me and then move to the bed and start having sex, but then she said, �You know, all of that walking and swimming made me hungry again.� I could use some dessert!�

And just that fast, she took my cock in her mouth.� She was gently massaging my shaft with her left hand and bobbing her mouth up and down on the head of my dick.� The feeling was incredible and the site was almost unbearably hot.� Sometimes she was looking down and focusing on what she was doing and other times she would look up to me with her smoky eyes, questioning if she was doing it right.� I would just nod emphatically to let her know she was doing great and she would look back down.

For her first blow job, she was amazing.� Hell, if she had been giving 10 blowjobs a day for her entire life she was amazing.� It was easily the best BJ I ever had.� Then she did something I had never seen or heard of before.� She released her gentle grip of my shaft and both hands went between my legs, stretched under me and she had one hand on each of my butt cheeks.� I didn�t have a hand on the back of her head because I didn�t want to gag her.� So she did the job herself: she started pulling on my ass, thrusting me into her mouth while forcing her head down my swollen shaft.

As her pace picked up, my hands involuntarily went to the back of her head.� I wasn�t pushing her head onto me; it was more like they were along for the ride.� Pretty soon, she started making �GUCK-GUCK-GUCK� sounds as she was forcing the head of my dick down her throat.� For the first time ever, I saw some color in her face: she was turning red from choking herself on my raging hard-on.� She finally had to come up for air or pass out.� She pulled off of me and gasped a large breath of air.� She looked up at me and her eyes were glassy from her choking.� She smiled and gave a few more tentative sucks on my dick before going back to work in earnest.� I could feel my orgasm building and told her that she was going to get a mouth full if she didn�t stop now.

That just egged her on and she pressed down on me harder.� She hooked her hands under me and I was locked in.� I warned her again that I was going to cum and she started humming and moaning in anticipation on my dick.� She wiggled her head from side to side ever so slightly in attempt to get my cock further down her throat.� I was amazed at her skill because I�m not exactly small: my full-blown erection is a full 7 inches long and almost 3 inches in circumference (what guy hasn�t measured the dimensions of his cock?).� But this oral first timer has her face firmly planted in my pelvis so I know my cock head is at least three inches down her throat!

Then I noticed her full length mirror right next to us.� From the angle, I could see the top of her throat swell out with each thrust she made down on me and it was no small change!� There was no way she could breathe right now.� And that was the final sensory input to release my orgasm.� �HERE IT COMES!�� She pulled off of me and sat there like a baby bird waiting to be fed a worm.� I exploded in orgasm.� Her hand was now back on my erupting dick and every sperm cell from my load shot right into her open and waiting mouth.

She made sure that I could see her mouth full of my cum and she relished in it.� Then without closing her mouth, she opened her throat and let the cum drain down and into her stomach.� Again, that was new and really hot!� She went back to sucking my dick to clean up anything that she didn�t get the first time and she swallowed it all down.� This girl was a GODDESS!� After Penelope took my dick out of her mouth, she stood up and looked up into my eyes and said, �I have a new favorite dessert; compliments to the chef.�� I said, �I�m glad you liked it; I made it myself.� But if you think that was good, wait until you experience this��� And I led her to her bed.

Penelope was like a little sex kitten in heat.� She was very deliberate in her moves which were extremely sexy.� She was on all fours in her black lingerie and still wearing her �fuck-me-heels�.� She asked, �So, what are you going to do now?�� Rather than answer with words, I answered with action.� I moved to her and in a quick motion pushed her over onto her back.� She propped herself up on her elbows and had her legs spread wide in a porn star pose.� I pulled her by the knees until her little ass was right on the edge of the bed and her heel-covered feet were hanging in the air on either side of me.� I reached around her back and unhooked her bra in one motion.� I pulled it off of her with both hands and tossed it to the floor next to my clothes.� Her flat but proud chest was heaving in anticipation.� Then I grabbed her panties by the sides and pulled them down until they were just barely covering her crotch�her clitoris was exposed.

I left her panties there because I had a plan.� I started going to work on her clit.� I was gentle at first and then a little more aggressive.� I just read her reactions and adjusted what I was doing to get the right responses from her.� At first I was using my finger on her, but then I started using the tip of my nose and then the tip of my tongue.� Pretty soon, she was bucking her hips up into my oral assaults on her clit and I knew it wouldn�t take long.� I flattened my tongue and started moving it up and down across her 11 year old clit like I was a panting dog.

She was trying to push her panties down and off but I wouldn�t let her.� I held them in place and began tickling her little pussy through the panties and she began to scream in orgasm.� And it was a squirting orgasm.� Her panties soaked through in an instant and the crotch of her black underwear turned white with her little girl goo.� I told her I would take her panties off now, but only if I could have them.� Before I could finish, she said, �They�re yours!�� I slid MY panties off of her, careful not to spill the nectar they held and set them aside.� She was moaning like never before and said she couldn�t wait any longer.� Not wanting to keep a lady waiting, I moved up into position, the head of my engorged dick at the opening to her tiny pussy.� In a slow but steady motion, I pushed myself inside of the 11 year old woman.��� She let out a sound that was something between a groan, a moan, and a sigh of blissful relief.� Our bodies undulated together slowly and passionately as we kissed deeply yet gently.� The lusting in us had been replaced by something far more intimate.� Was it love?� I wasn�t sure.� But I knew I liked where this relationship was going.� She was my girl, now: my vampire-like 11 year old adult girlfriend.

CHAPTER 3

When we had finally and thoroughly satisfied each other, I fell asleep with her in my arms.� Eventually she got up and busied herself with things around the house.� When I woke up, she was cooking breakfast.� I looked for my boxers and remembered that I hadn�t bothered to put any on last night.� I slipped on my shorts but couldn�t find my t-shirt so I just went down stairs, into the kitchen.

Penelope was wearing a very short pair of denim stretch shorts that fit her like a second skin.� They were low-rise hip huggers and if they had been a half inch shorter her butt cheeks would have been exposed.�� She had on a white t-shirt that looked big enough to fit me.� But the sleeves and most of the sides had been cut off and out.� Only about an inch of cotton at the bottom of the shirt was left to keep the front joined to the back.� She had also cut the neck line out so that it plunged deeply down her little flat chest.� The shirt wasn�t hiding very much of her, to say the least and I wasn�t complaining�it was damn sexy!

She turned her head to the side to look at me and said, �Good morning.� Did you sleep well?�� I said that it was the best sleep I�ve had in a long time and asked her if she�d seen my t-shirt because I couldn�t find it.� She turned away from the stove to face me directly and gave a little pose.� �Did it look like this one?� she asked.� I said, �Not when I owned it, it didn�t.�� She said, �You got my panties; I get your t-shirt.� Now we are even?�� I walked up to her and replied by saying, �I�m not sure we ARE even.� It looks to me like I got the better end of the deal.� I got your panties AND I get to see you wearing this��

I took her in my arms, picked her up and gave her a good morning kiss before setting her back down to tend to the eggs on the stove.� She went back to the eggs and said nonchalantly, �Oh, I don�t know about that�� What you gave me last night was spectacular and you know I�ll never forget it��� It had somehow slipped my mind that she had the memory of a supercomputer.� She meant what she said in the literal sense; not the figurative sense.� She would literally never forget everything that we have done together.� That gave me quite a thrill and I was honored to be the one she wanted to have those memories with.

I got right behind her and put my hands on her sides.� I teasingly whispered in her ear, �You know what: I�m starting to kinda like you.� If you play your cards right, I just might ask you out on a second date.�� She turned her head to the side and up to me, looking over her shoulder, and joked back, �Well, who says I want to go on a second date with you?�� Our lips were inches apart.� I said, �Oh, I think that�s exactly what you want.�� �And what makes you so sure of that?� she continued with the little game we were playing.� I said, �I�m sure because your breathing has become rapid and shallow.� You love having me hold you close and tight like this�don�t you?� In fact, you love this so much, it�s all you can think about right now.�� �Oh really Mr. Freud?� Show me one bit of proof that any of what you are saying could be true.� Where is your research?� she challenged, our lips barely touching as she whispered to me.� I said, �It is obvious because you still don�t realize that the eggs are burning.�

She spun around to look at the stove and said, �Shit!�� She pulled the eggs off of the stove and slid them onto the waiting plate in one swift move.� But it was too late: they were burned past edible.� I was already laughing, having won that round.� She spun and hit me on the side of my arm while stifling her own laughter.� �Why did you make me burn the eggs?!�� I couldn�t help but continue laughing but apologized, too.� I offered to cook another serving for her, but she said it was ok; that she would do it.� But I helped her anyway.� We cooked our eggs together without saying much of anything except about the task at hand.� When the eggs were done, we took them to the table and enjoyed our first breakfast together.� The eggs were perfect and the company was even better.

We finished breakfast and I had to go to work.� But before I left, she asked me to come over as soon as I got home�to just let myself in.� I gladly agreed.� That day at work, I was not very productive.� I simply couldn�t get Penelope off my mind.� If a love song about a girl popped in my head, the girl�s name was automatically replaced with Penelope.� Her face was imprinted in my vision and everything made me think of her�everything.� I was looking at the clock constantly; counting down the time until I could leave work and get back to her.� As the end of the day approached, Amy, the lady at the desk across from me said to me out of the blue, �She�s a lucky girl.�� That snapped me into reality and I looked at her and just said, �Huh?�� She continued, �The girl�who ever she is: she�s a lucky girl.�� I continued looking at Amy blankly.� Finally she said, �I�ve seen that look and your behavior before: you are in love!� And she is a lucky girl; you are a sweet guy.�

A small smile was forcing itself onto my face, even though I was fighting to hold it back.� �Uh-huh!� See?!� I�m right: you ARE in love!� Amy said.� �Tell me about her?!� she pried slightly.� I said, �Well, she is brilliant first of all.� She is funny but mature at the same time.� She has the most beautiful and flawless skin you can imagine.� She is completely confident in herself but not overbearing on others.� And we have this connection that I never thought possible.�� Amy added, �And you can�t wait to get out of here to go to her, can you?� Why don�t you take off early?� I�ll cover for you!�� �Amy�, I said, �You are the best!�� With that, my work day ended 45 minutes early.� I drove home in record time; not because I was speeding, but because I beat the rush hour.� I changed into some more comfortable clothes and I went over to my girlfriend�s house.� Penelope: my 11 year old girlfriend.� It was still amazing to think about�

I knocked lightly on the door; not as permission to enter but more of a warning that I was about to open the door.� I didn�t want any UV rays to burn her just because she didn�t know the door was about to open.� I slowly opened the door and saw that she was not near the door and I quickly entered and closed the door behind me.� I could hear her talking upstairs to someone.� She was asking something about a reading assignment.� Then I could hear voices from others.� But the voices of the others sounded�different.� I realized they were on a speaker.

I went upstairs and I could tell she was in her office.� Her voice was clear now, and I heard her say that she wanted questions about the assignment.� No voices responded to her.� Then she said, �Come on people: you know I don�t like it when you don�t have questions.�� Then I heard a guys� voice saying meekly, �I have a question, Professor Adams��� He was saying something about how part of the reading assignment seemed to contradict something that was covered before and �blah-blah-blah�.� He lost me almost from the start�� As he was finishing his question, I slowly poked my head in the doorway to see her looking at a camera.� She moved her hand up to her face and put one finger over her lips and nodded to the camera.� It looked like she was contemplating what the guy was asking her, but I knew that she was actually sending me a signal to be quiet.

She was dressed formally.� But her clothes were clearly not something that you were going to find in the junior ms department.� She was wearing business attire like you would see on a full-grown adult woman.� It was clear this outfit was tailor made for her so that she could be taken seriously. �It didn�t take a second to figure out what she was doing:� Penelope was teaching a class online.� The guy finished his question and Penelope exclaimed, �Very good Mr. Rodgers!� You have made an excellent point!� As you pointed out, that part of the reading directly contradicts what we learned just two weeks ago!� HMMMM�.� What do you think about that Ms. Sullivan?�� A girl�s voice said weakly, �Um, I don�t know.� I didn�t pick up on that so I don�t really know what to think about it.�� Professor Adams didn�t let her off that easy.� �Oh come on!� Don�t you wimp out on me!� Just start spewing; what do you think?�� The girl paused for a second and said, �Well, I guess it�s possible that the two lessons are not necessarily contradictory��� �WHY NOT?� Penelope demanded.� �Well,� the girl continued, �I guess because, maybe, they could both be right or wrong?�� �Keep talking Ms. Sullivan!� Professor Adams cheered.� Ms. Sullivan said, �Well, you said at the beginning of the course that this isn�t an exact science. And that because no two people have the same exact synapse mapping in their brain or the same exact life experiences, that there are always going to be exceptions to any rule.� And that is why a psychologist must get to know every patient on a very personal level before they can even begin to help.� What works great for one can hurt another.�

Professor Adams was pleased; �YES!� THANK YOU Ms. Sullivan! It is important that you not forget that point!� Ok, if there are no other questions, I want you all to write a short paper on the two readings and the point Ms. Sullivan has reiterated today.� Send it to my email before Monday morning.� Multiple groans were heard and then beeps as students logged off from the webcast.� Once Penelope was logged off, she came over to me and said, �You are early� with a slight smile.��� I said, �Sorry Professor; I should have called.� I didn�t know you were a professor!�� She asked me just how I thought she was paying for her house and I responded that I hadn�t really given it that much thought.� But it all made sense now.� I took her by her narrow hips and pulled her too me.� I started to kiss her when I heard a noise from downstairs.� Her garage door was opening.

�Is that your garage door I hear?� I asked.� She said, �Yeah: like I said�you are early.�� She went downstairs and I followed her down.� She waited by the door that led inside the garage until the sound of the door going back down stopped.� I was looking at her a bit confused when she looked at me and said, �My Dad�s name is Rick and my Mom is Lori; you are about to meet them.� Dad will be nice, but be careful or he will turn on you in a second.� Mom is a loon; don�t worry about her too much.�

I was in full panic mode now.� I�m a 36 year old guy standing in the house of an 11 year old girl whose parents just showed up to my great surprise.� I just knew I was a dead man.� Penelope opened the door and her parents were already out of their SUV and almost to the door; they each had arms full of groceries.� Rick greeted Penelope with a kiss to the top of her head and he was already eyeing me with no small amount of suspicion.� I offered to take the bags from Lori and she remarked that I was a gentleman.� Rick set his load on the table and went back for more, all while never taking his eyes off of me and nodding slightly.� Instinctively, I followed to help unload the groceries.� I suddenly knew how Penelope got her groceries��

I grabbed as many bags as I could at a time and carried them to the kitchen where Lori and Penelope were putting them away already.� After a few more trips, all of the groceries were in.� Lori spoke first in a cheerful tone, �So Mike, Penelope has been telling us all about you!�� I looked at her and she had a look about her that suggested that she hadn�t told them as much as I feared.� So I knew to play my cards close.� �And she has told me all about you, Mrs. Adams.�� Rick was still looking at me, arms crossed.� �Oh please!� My name is Lori!�� �It�s a pleasure to meet you, Lori,� I said.� I turned to Rick, stuck out my hand and said, �It�s a pleasure to meet you, Rick.�� He said, �Mr. Adams will do,� but he shook my hand anyway.� �DAD!� You promised,� Penelope scolded her father.� He glanced to her for a second as if to say �ok� and then right back to me.� �Rick,� he reluctantly agreed.� He looked me in the eyes a few more moments and then said, �Come on: let�s go talk.�� �Shit�, was all I could think.

We went outside and he waited for me to talk first.� I was afraid he�d do that.� My mind was racing so I just started with the first thing that sounded safe to say.� �You have an extraordinary daughter, Rick.� I�ve never met anyone like her,� I said.� �What are your intentions with her?� he said cutting to the chase.� I could see he was not one to beat around the bush and he wasn�t going to put up with someone blowing sunshine up his ass.� �Well, like I said, I think she is really a special person.� In the week I�ve known her, I�ve learned a lot about her.� The more I learn, the more impressed I am.� I just learned today that she is a professor for an online university.� She had her PhD from Harvard before she turned 11�that�s got to be a record!�

He stopped me in my tracks and snapped at me with, �Is that what you see, asshole?� You see an 11 year old girl?�� Rick�s face was becoming twisted and red and I knew I said something wrong�it was mentioning her age.� I knew I had to be honest with him.� I said, �To be honest, when I first saw her, yes.� I saw girl of 10 to 11 years old.� But look around here at the kids running around.� Isn�t that what you see?� But after I met her��� Rick interrupted me by asking with a lot of attitude, �And exactly how did you just happen to meet my daughter, Mike?� How does a guy your age meet a girl her age?�� I said, �She was swimming in my pool.�� He turned to continue walking and said, �That�s not what she told me.� She said you just came over to introduce yourself to your new neighbors.�

I was nervous now and replied, �Listen, I don�t want to say she lied to you.� But I told you the truth about how we met and I know I am asking a lot here, but it would be greatly appreciated if you didn�t let her know that I told you the truth.� I don�t know why she told you��� Rick cut me off and said, �Forget it.� I knew she was lying to me.� Don�t worry; I won�t tell her.��

We walked a bit and now I was waiting for him to say something first.� Finally he spoke, �I looked into you Mike.� You are 36 and you aren�t on any sex offenders list.� Your record is pretty clean except for a minor traffic violation a few years ago�� Do you know that I�m 34?�� That message was loud and clear: �you are old enough to be her father, Mike���� I told him I hadn�t known his exact age but that was what I approximated him to be.� Finished with the bullshit, he cut right to the heart of what was on his mind.� He squared off to me, looked me dead in the face and as serious as I could imagine a person being he asked, �Do you like having sex with children, Mike?�

I looked him straight back and just as seriously said, �I understand your concern, but I have neither had sex with any child nor have I ever desired to have sex with a child and, quite frankly, I don�t appreciate the accusation Mr. Adams.�� That was sort of, technically true�Penelope was legally an adult, after all.� He studied my unflinching face closely.� After what seemed like minutes but was probably seconds, he relaxed his glare and said, �I told you: it�s Rick.�� I nodded and we turned back towards Penelope�s house.� The conversation was much lighter now and he seemed more relaxed about me.

As we got to her driveway, Rick said, �Listen, Mike.� Don�t tell Penelope that I gave you the riot act; she�ll be pissed at me.� I told him that it was more than ok and that I�d have done the same thing in his shoes.� What father wouldn�t be concerned about his daughter�s safety?� He chuckled and said, �Get your nose out of my ass: it tickles.�� We had a good laugh about that and were still laughing when we entered through the garage.� Penelope was sitting at the table with her Mom and I could see a wave of relief hit her when she saw us laughing.� Rick called to Lori that it was time to go.� Lori just seemed to do as she was told and got up from the table.� She hugged her daughter and told her that loved her and would call later.� Penelope gave her father a hug and he kissed her on top of her head.� Before he left, Rick stuck his hand out to me and I shook his hand.� He had a pretty good grip�� �Mike�� he said with a nod; �Rick�� I nodded back.� Lori was already in the SUV and Rick said goodbye again to his daughter; told her loved her and for her to stay out of trouble.� She said, �When have I ever been in trouble, Dad?�� He just glanced back at me and I knew what he was saying: message received�loud and clear.� Penelope closed the door to the garage and as soon as she did the garage door came to life.� Her parents drove out, the door lowered back down behind them and they were gone.

�Holly SHIT!� You didn�t tell me your parents were coming today�, I laughed in relief.� Penelope replied, �Yeah, well you didn�t tell me you were coming home so early!� They would have been gone before you got here if you weren�t early!� You big goon!�� I put my hands up to the sides of my head and, without thinking, said, �Oh my God that was so bad!� I thought your Dad was going to kill me!�� She asked, �What do you mean?� He was nice to you, wasn�t he?�� Startled that I said too much, I said, �Oh, um, yeah.� No; he was fine.� I was just surprised to be meeting him so soon, you know?�� She said, �You liar!� He was mean to you!� He promised he would be nice!!!�

Penelope went for the phone and I knew she was getting ready to call him.� I stopped her before she could start dialing.� I said, �No, baby: it�s ok�really.� He had some concerns like any father would.� It only means he loves you.� I answered his concerns and everything is fine.� Really�I have a lot of respect for him and the way he loves you.� Don�t say anything, please?�� She looked at me with big doe eyes.� Not knowing what she was thinking, I just asked, �What�?�

She started gushing: �AWWWW� You called me �baby�!�� I wasn�t getting why that was so significant to her and just looked on at her.� �You never used a pet name on me before, �she said in an almost singing voice like a little school girl.� �That means you REALLY like me��� She was beaming from ear to ear and she turned to walk away in attempt to hide her blushing.� I went after her and grabbed her arm to spin her back around to face me.� She was looking up at me still smiling when I shook my head no.� I said, �No.� I don�t just really like you.� I Love you Penelope Lynn Adams.� I didn�t think it could be possible to fall in Love so quickly, but falling for you was easy.� You are more incredible than what I used to picture as the woman of my dreams.� You are all I dream about now; in my sleep and every waking thought.� I dream of you.�

I didn�t know where that came from at that moment, but when I saw her face go slack, I thought maybe I said too much too soon.� I just looked at her for a response that didn�t seem to be coming.� Then without warning, tears welled up in her eyes and she leapt into my arms; squeezing me with all of her might.� She began to weep softly and laugh at the same time, her face buried in the side of my neck.� My neck became hot with her tears and I could feel them running down and into the collar of my shirt.� I held her under her butt and she wrapped her pretty little legs around me.� She was still wearing the business suit from her online lesson earlier and now the long skirt was bunched up far enough that it wasn�t even covering her butt.

She began kissing me wildly all over my face.� I was starting to think maybe she felt the same way.� She pulled back to look me in the face for a few moments and I said, �See?� You DO want a second date�don�t you?!�� She laughed so hard it sent her head backwards.� Then she looked back at me still smiling as large as ever and tears still rolling down her face.� She nodded enthusiastically and said, �I want a lot of dates with you!�� I said, �Be careful: you don�t want to show me all of your cards too soon or I might figure out you like me.�� She shook her head no and said, �No.� I don�t just like you. I�ve been in Love with you since you stopped the car at the beach.�

I carried my young lover upstairs and we made Love for hours.� My stamina was legendary that night.� For someone that was only 11 years old, her stamina was incredible, too.� I realized at some point that night that I wanted to be with this girl.� Not just for sex or Love making; not just to go out on dates or hang out with�I wanted her to be �my one�.� I knew she was the woman I�d waited so long for and I never wanted to be away from her.

Well into our third hour of making Love, she was riding on top of me when she did something I never saw her do before.� She yawned.� I joked that I hoped she wasn�t getting bored of me already and she just shook her head no.� Her eyes were nearly shut and if I didn�t know better, I�d have said she was going to sleep.� As it turned out, that was exactly what was going on.� She had been awake for nearly a week and her body said, �no more�.� She lay her head down on my chest and she went right to sleep.� She went from wide awake to fast asleep in a matter of seconds.� It happened so fast that my still fully hard cock was still inside of her.

There was no question that she was asleep: her arms were limp to each side of me and she was snoring ever so slightly.� Even so, she was still grinding her hips down into me.� I had been right on the edge of releasing my cum in her when she passed out.� And with her still riding me in my sleep, that orgasm wasn�t going away.� I was lovingly stroking and combing her hair with my fingers and rubbing her back with my other hand.� Penelope�s mouth opened and I could feel her starting to drool down my chest.� She was still pushing herself back and forth on my engorged cock.� I whispered, �My God, I love you, Penelope��� And she muttered in her sleep, �I love you too, Mike.�� I thought, �wow, she talks in her sleep�interesting�� And I knew people could be very honest in their sleep if you could get them to talk.� So I was willing to try it.

I asked her how much she loved me and she muttered without moving, �is mush� (this much).� I asked her if she was really happy with me and she said, �Mmm-hmm�.� This was really working I thought.� I continued trying to think of other things to ask her.� �Before me, had you ever had any sexual contact with anyone?� I asked her.� �Nuh-uh.� She said.� �Never?� I asked again (still finding the open mouth cum swallowing hard to believe for a first timer).� And she responded saying, �Nope.� You are only one.�� She was going deeper into sleep and her vocabulary was starting to sound juvenile.� It was cute, actually.

She was still pumping up and down on me and I was carefully trying to thrust into her while not wanting to wake her.� My orgasm finally arrived and her vagina tightened around me reflexively. �She let out a quiet purr and muttered barely above a whisper, �Love at healing� (love that feeling).� I said, �Yeah; can there be anything better than that feeling?�� I wasn�t expecting a response; the question was meant to be rhetorical.� But she answered me anyway saying, �Mmm-hmm.�� I was shocked and asked, �There is?� What???�� This should be good, I thought.� She said, �Hunting.�� �Yep: she is way off in dream land now�, I thought.

Just to amuse myself, I said, �You think I should try going hunting?�� She said with whispered annoyance, �NNNN�me hunting.�� Now I was trying not to laugh so hard that I�d wake her.� �You want to go hunting?� What would you hunt?�� She muttered, �Hop laying (stop playing)!� Me; Pelelope hunting.�� That was when I realized what she was trying to say.� She wasn�t saying �hunting�; she was trying to just say �hunt��as in Hunt�my last name!

The better feeling she was talking about was if her name was Penelope Lynn Hunt!� This 11 year old woman wanted to marry me!!!� I knew how I felt about that.� I stopped asking questions and was so content with what I just learned that I fell asleep as happy as I had ever been in my 36 years.� Right about the time my cock was soft enough for her still very tight vagina to push it out on its� own, she woke up and rolled over onto my side.� She snuggled next to me at least until I was asleep and got up at some point.� In the morning she made breakfast again, but this time I didn�t make her burn it�� I told her I had to get over to the bank and take care of a few errands that couldn�t wait until dark (some places close before then, after all).� She kissed me goodbye and told me to hurry back.

It would have been impossible for me to be more sure about what I was about to do.� I went to the bank and took out a three year signature loan to the tune of $20,000.� Then I hit the jewelry stores.� I found a beautiful solitaire diamond that was right at the edge of my budget and it was gorgeous.� I was certain of the right ring size: I borrowed one of hers that I had seen her wear once on that finger�� The lady setting the stone remarked at what tiny hands Penelope must have because this ring barely fit her pinky.� I admitted that she did have small hands but didn�t give any explanations further than that.

Once the stone was set and the purchase made, I put the little black box in my pocket and went to see the girl of my dreams.� I went inside and she was doing some �light reading� (a big history book).� I said, �Penelope�I was wondering if we could have a talk.�� She looked up from her book and looked at me a bit puzzled.� �Surely�, she said closing the book and getting up to come over to me.� I was now in the kitchen and I said that she should probably sit down.� Now she had a look of genuine concern but took a seat anyway.

I sat in the next chair over and was facing her.� She asked me what was wrong.� I had a pretty good poker face, apparently.� I said, �I�ve been giving things a lot of thought.� And, I think I owe it to you to be completely honest with you.�� �Okaaay�, she said cautiously.� �There�s a problem: I don�t think this dating �thing� is going to work for me.�� Tears were building fast in her eyes and I was certain her eyes couldn�t see clearly anymore.� I got down on my knees and said, �Please don�t be upset with me.� You see: how can I go on dating you?� How can that make me happy when�what I really want�is to marry you?�

I pulled out the box and opened it to her.� �Penelope Lynn Adams�will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?�� Tears streamed down her face and she screamed, �YOU BIG JERK!� I thought you were breaking up with me!�� I said, �I can�t break up with you; I don�t even want to be away from you!� Will you say yes?�� She fell into my arms crying uncontrollably.� She was again sobbing into my neck and stayed there for at least ten minutes.� I thought her arms would get tired of squeezing, but they never did.� As her sobs subsided but she still had her face in my neck, I asked, �Is that a yes, then?�� She grabbed me by the sides of my face and kissed me forcefully and said, �Of course I�ll marry you!� You big jerk!�� I said, �You just made me the happiest man alive.�

We knew each other for about a week when I proposed to Penelope.� Our hearts knew it was the right thing, but our minds said it spelled disaster.� To be on the safe side, we decided to have a long engagement.� I mentioned that it was going to be difficult explaining things to her parents.� She said we really only needed to worry about her Dad.� I said that her Mom might get pretty upset, too.� My little fianc� said, �No, she doesn�t have a problem with us and is happy for us.�� I asked, �What do you mean?!�� Penelope said, �Oh, I can tell my Mom anything.� I told her the day you met her exactly what was going on.� I even told her about our engagement already.�� I said, �Isn�t she just going to tell your Dad?�� Penelope said, �Probably not.� But if she does, at least he�ll have time to let it sink in before he comes over here.�� I said, �He�ll have time to purchase a hand gun and bullets or a nice sharp ax to sink into my head!�� Penelope just rolled her eyes at me and shook her head.� �Have you learned nothing with me?� Do you think they are going to tell me what to do?� I�m an adult, remember?� They know this all too well and they know and respect my boundaries.� So just trust me: it�s going to be fine.�� I knew she was right and put all of my trust in her.� Besides, I knew that not trusting her was a bad way to start a marriage.� What is a marriage that is not built on trust?� It is doomed�that�s what.

At work the next day, I was a bit more productive, but not by much.� I was trying to plan another date.� I found it could be very difficult to make good plans for a date with a woman who is only 11 years old.� Most night time activities are for the 18+ crowd and trying to bring Penelope to those things would not go so well.� I thought about what it must be like to be isolated as much as she was forced to be and all of the things that she has probably never done.� Most of what she knows has come straight out of books or the internet.

I thought about our swim in the ocean and I had an idea.� I made a phone call but found out that the place I wanted to take her closed at 6:00; that wouldn�t do�the sun was still up at that time.� Not wanting to give up on the idea, I asked to talk to the manager.� When she got on the phone, I gave her a brief explanation of Penelope�s skin condition and said that she was missing out on so many things because of it.� I asked her if there was any way she could re-open after dark and stay open for a few hours; I would be willing to pay any staff salaries for their time if necessary.� She asked me for my number and asked if she could call me back.� I said that would be fine and gave her my number.

When I hung up, I started wondering how much this date was going to cost�it was certainly not going to be cheap.� But it would be worth it.� Fifteen minutes later, the manager called me back and said that the coming Friday she could facilitate me.� I asked her if she had a rough estimate on what it was going to cost me and she said she had the estimate already.� I said, �ok�� and waited for the numbers to hit me in the wallet.� She said, �It is going to cost you approximately zero dollars for a visit less than three hours.�� I said, �I�m sorry: I don�t think I heard you correctly.�� The manager said, �I and several employees are volunteering our time.� Just show up and I�m not even charging you admission.�� I told her that I couldn�t begin to thank her enough and that we would be there as their doors reopened.

I went home quite pleased with my idea.� It was difficult not to tell Penelope about my surprise for her.� When I went over to her place, she could tell I had something in the works.� She tried to get it out of me but I said it was another surprise.� The only things I would tell her were the plans were for Friday night and that this time the dress was casual.� She looked at me with her head turned slightly away and was trying to figure out what I could be up to.� But seeing that I was keeping my lips sealed, she gave up.

The week passed quickly enough.� We spent time together every night.� Sometimes we made Love, other nights we didn�t.� We didn�t have to have sex to show our love; sometimes it was enough to just cuddle on the couch.� Friday came and the day seemed to drag out forever.� I finally got out of work and traffic was a nightmare, of course�anything to prolong my date!� I finally got home and I changed to some casual clothes.

I went over to Penelope�s and she was ready to go.� She was probably ready before noon!� The moment the sun was a memory for the day, we got in the car and were off.� Before I could even back out of the driveway, she was asking me, �Where are we going?�� I just replied teasingly, �On a date��� She groaned.� It was obvious that Penelope didn�t get out at all.� Everything was new to her.� She would turn her head to look at a 7-11 as we drove by it!� But mostly she looked at people.� She loved to look at people and was keenly interested in what they were doing.

We pulled up to our destination and Penelope�s jaw dropped open.� She stared in awe, disbelief, and then confusion.� �But, they are closed,� she said puzzled.� I replied with one word; �Wrong.�� She said, �Look: there are no cars and the lights are all off.�� I said, �Watch this: come on, let�s go.�� I got out of the car and Penelope followed me.� She was almost sneaking behind me like we were doing something wrong.� She whispered loudly, �You aren�t going to break in, are you?!�� I stopped, looked at her and said, �Do I look like a guy that would break into the city aquarium?�� She looked at me still worried.� Finally I said, �Have a little faith in me!�

I took her hand and walked to the front door.� As we were approaching, a nicely dressed woman came to the door and unlocked it.� She opened the door and said, �Welcome, Penelope.� We are honored.�� Penelope looked up at me and her eyes flooded.� She hugged me tight around my waist.� She told the ladies working at the aquarium that she had never been to one before and they said she was going to get the grand tour.

The guide took us to every display and tank.� She took her time to explain everything she knew about the exhibit and made no motion to move on until Penelope was ready.� I could tell that Penelope probably knew most of what the guide was telling her, but she didn�t mind; she just looked on in complete awe.� Many times she remarked about how the fish and various sea creatures were so much more beautiful than from the pictures she had seen.� For the next three hours, she looked like a child under a spell; in a trance�mesmerized.� I remembered that she would forever recall the images she was seeing here tonight.� And she knew that I was the one that made it happen.

I was quite proud of myself but even happier that she was enjoying herself so completely.� As the tour was coming to an end, Penelope began talking with the tour guide.� She began sharing �some� of her knowledge about the ocean and the sea life it contains�using mostly the Latin names in place of common names.� It didn�t take long for the guide to start realizing that Penelope was no typical 11 year old girl.� The guide finally said, �You really know your stuff!� How do you know so much?�you are so young!�� For simplicity�s sake, she just explained that she read a lot and the tour guide agreed that she must read all of the time.

As we were getting ready to leave, the manager presented Penelope with a free souvenir stuffed animal dolphin to �add to her collection at home�.� Penelope thanked her and knew better than to say it was now the only stuffed animal that she owned.� The manager then told her that she was very lucky to have a Dad that loved her so much to set this up for her.� Once again without thinking, I started to correct her but Penelope took my hand in hers and squeezed; stopping me.� She said, �I know; I love my Daddy, too.�� She looked up at me, smiled and gave half a wink with the eye opposite of where the aquarium ladies were standing.� I just looked back at her and said, �I�d do anything for my baby.�� The message between us was loud and clear to us, yet lost on the smiling ladies looking on.� It was time to let the ladies close the aquarium again for the night and so we said our final thank-you to them and we left to go home.

Penelope rode in almost complete silence on the way home and it worried me a little.� I asked if she was ok and she assured me that she was; that she was just stunned.� I asked if she enjoyed it or if it was disappointing.� She turned to look at me and asked, �Disappointing?!� Are you joking?�� Then she leaned over and rested her head in my lap, looking forward.� She said in almost a sigh, �That was magnificent.� They were so beautiful and graceful as they glided through the water��� She trailed off in reflection and it seemed like she was reliving the night in her visions already.� She would say the name of some species and pause for a few moments, then another species followed by a pause.� She seemed to be cherishing each new memory like a priceless artifact.� I stroked her silky blonde hair, keeping it out of her face.� I said that I was glad that she liked the aquarium and she said, �I like cheeseburgers; I like swimming.� I LOVED the aquarium!� Thank you, Mike�thank you so much for tonight!�� I told her it was my pleasure and we�d have to do it again sometime.

We got home and I went inside with Penelope.� She was still dazed and we simply sat on the couch together.� I was reclined back and she just snuggled up to me as close as she could and held me.� I had my arm around her and we just sat together in silence.� And that was enough for us tonight.� I fell asleep there on the couch.� When I woke up a few hours later, Penelope was still there holding me.� She had been awake the entire time, but there was nothing else she wanted to do more than to sit with me�even though I was asleep.

I continued to plan at least one date per week with my young fianc�.� Sometimes it was a big deal like the aquarium was, and other times it was something that would be boring to most.� For example, I found a 24 hour supermarket and took her grocery shopping at midnight.� She had never done that before and was amazed at the seemingly endless volumes of food and various daily living items on the shelves.� But the one thing that every date had in common was they happened at night.� As a result, the places we went usually didn�t have a lot of people.� I wanted to do something about that because I knew how much she loved watching people, but it seemed that was an impossible obstacle.� I kept thinking about ways to hurtle that obstacle, but there was always a snag.� I figured maybe I�d get lucky and come up with something really good; but then I was already the luckiest guy alive�just look at my Penelope!� How could my luck get any better???

But then, against all odds, my luck improved one day.� It improved in a big way.� The day was mind-numbingly routine (with the exception of Penelope, of course).� It was another long day at work; I had bills to pay and errands to run.� I stopped to fill the car with gas�boring stuff.� I went in to pay for the gas and while waiting in line I saw something that caught my attention.� To make a short story even shorter, the lottery was up to almost $500 million so I bought two tickets figuring I�d never win, but I had just as much chance as anyone else.

The first ticket I just had the computer do a quick pick and I picked the numbers for the second ticket.� For that ticket, I picked numbers that meant something to me�Penelope�s birthday (12-21); the day I first saw her, etc�� By the time I got back to the car, I thought I�d just wasted 4 dollars, but �what the hell�.� I stuck the tickets in the visor and forgot about them by the time I got home.� A few days later, I was home getting ready for work and had the TV on in the background.� The local news was buzzing about the lottery.� I wasn�t paying much attention until they said someone in the area won.� I looked up just in time to see a reporter live on scene in front of the gas station that sold the winning ticket.� There was already a large banner hastily hung in front of the store.� The TV had my undivided attention because it was the station where I bought my tickets.

I was telling myself that there was still no way�but then they put the winning numbers up and they looked REALLY familiar.� I ran out to the car in half panic and pulled on the handle.� The door wouldn�t open�locked�� �Damn it�, I thought.� After retrieving the keys from inside, I hurriedly unlocked the door and pulled the tickets from the visor.� I was looking at the numbers in disbelief.� �Can this really be possible�, I was asking myself.� I went back inside and by then the numbers were off the screen.� I changed the channel to another local news broadcast and sure enough, they were covering the story, too.�

They put the winning numbers up and, sure enough, I had a perfect match.� I was in so much shock I had to sit down on the floor where I had been standing.� Over and over again I looked at the numbers and each time it was confirmed to me: I just won $497 MILLION dollars!� I don�t know why, but I went in to work and, even though I had the winning lottery ticket, all I could think about was Penelope.

I thought about how some of the things that I wanted to do for her but were cost prohibitive were now within my reach.� But, I didn�t want to tell the news yet.� I started thinking about what a game changing turn of events this could be.� A million thoughts were flooding in my head.� One that bothered me was how people would look down upon her if they knew I had this money and how they would say she only married me for my money.� She was 25 years younger than me, after all and that was something I didn�t want her to have to put up with.� Then I realized that it was going to become public knowledge that I was the winner�the winner always has to pose with that big check for the press.� All I could think was, �Shit�.� My next order of business was to get a good lawyer.

After work, I went to see Penelope.� It didn�t take her long to know I had something on my mind and she asked if everything was ok.� I told her that things were great and that I was just a little stressed from work.� She said that she had just the thing for that.� She got me a drink from the fridge and told me to relax for a few minutes and then went upstairs.� After a short time, she came back down and took my hand, pulling me off of the couch.� I was reluctant to get up and she said, �Come on��� I got up and she led me upstairs.� I thought she was taking me to bed, but we passed through her room and into her bathroom.� Her garden tub was filled with hot water and bubble bath.� She undressed without ceremony and then removed my clothes from me.

We sat down in the tub and she was behind me, massaging my back, shoulders, and neck.� My little lover took a large sponge and was gently washing my worries away.� The soft fragrances of the bubble bath were soothing.� She was still sitting behind me when she wrapped her legs over my hips and her arms around my chest and rested the side of her face on my back.� Penelope was gently running her hands over my chest and humming a soft tune that I had never heard before.� She was not being sexy, seductive, or erotic; she was being very sensual and loving.

I told her that she was too good for me and she replied, �For what you do for me�I�m barely adequate for you in my opinion.�� I turned around to face her and she just looked in my eyes with total and complete love.� I pulled her to me and turned her around to lean back against me.� I wrapped my right arm around her; under her arm and rested my hand on her left side and I reached my left arm across her chest and rested that hand on her right shoulder/collar bone.� My head was directly above hers and I lightly rested my chin on the top of her head.� She put her hands over the tops of mine and we locked fingers.� We sat in the soapy water until our skin shriveled up and the water started to get cold.� I was so in Love it was unbearable to think of life without her and I was happy�truly happy.

Several hours past after our bath together and I was getting so many ideas of what could be done with our new found money.� That thought was funny to me: �OUR money�.� She didn�t even know about it yet and I was calling it �our money� in my thoughts.� I felt like a small celebration was in order.

I told my little fianc� to come with me.� It was long since dark out, so we went outside and I led her across the street to my house.� We didn�t spend much time at my house lately.� We went into my back yard and I walked her over to the pool.� I said, �This is a special place for me.� It�s where I first laid eyes on the woman that would become the love of my life.�� Penelope said, �I remember.� And you actually believed I was a vampire!� You are such a sucker!���� I replied, �Maybe I�m just a sucker for a beautiful naked young woman?�� Penelope said that perhaps we could test that theory and she began stripping herself of her clothes.

First she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside like it was of zero importance to her.� She was past wearing training bras and into a full AA cup as her breasts were starting to swell now.� Her bra was a cute little white one with rainbow colored peace symbols all over it and it had pink straps.� Next, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to her ankles.� She kicked them inadvertently into the pool and she didn�t care.� Her panties were tiny and not hiding much.� The small triangle of sheer fabric quickly turned into barely visible strings that ran high up over her hips and disappeared into the crack of her cute little ass.� The panties were so tight and small that she was making a really sexy little camel toe.� She had some more definition to her hips and her little ass was developing that womanly swing from side to side as she walked.

I couldn�t take my eyes off of her and she asked, �See anything you like?�� I responded quite frankly, �I like everything I�m seeing.�� She said, �Then perhaps you would like to see more��� And she unhooked her bra and turned around before taking it off.� I watched her from behind as she tossed the little bra away, her smooth bare back teasing me.� A single thin string rose up out of her unbelievably sexy ass and then wrapped around to that little piece of fabric in the front.� She turned to look at me from over her shoulder and teasingly covered her tiny tits.� This girl knew all about being sexy!� She turned back to face away from me again and hooked each of her thumbs into the strings digging into her hips.� She pulled the strings away from her skin and then alternately pulled them from side to side, making the string going down into her ass dance from side to side as well.� Then she slid the strings down to rest under the bottom of her butt cheeks and the vertical string followed.

She turned around to face me now and her little slit was just barely hidden.� She was displaying a few fine wisps of pubic hair that were even more blonde than the hair on her head.� If I hadn�t seen them in the light before, I wouldn�t know they were there now.� But I could just barely make them out in the darkness of my yard.� I was having a hard time containing myself now and I had to have her.� I walked up to her and motioned to pull her to me.� She stopped me with one stretched out arm and finger to my chest, �Oh no, no, no.� What if someone should see you?� I�m only 11 years old you know?�� She glanced around the yard in a mocking manner.� I didn�t take my eyes off of her for an instant.� I said, �I don�t give a shit who sees us!�� My young fianc� replied, �Then I guess you really are a sucker for a naked girl.�� I pointed out, �You aren�t naked my Love.� You still have those panties on.�� She seductively said, �You mean��� She pulled them off quickly and let them hang from one finger in front of my face.� ��These panties?� she finished asking.� I said those were the ones and went to take them from her.� But before I could, she took a finger from her other hand, pulled the elastic band back and shot them into the air like a big rubber band.

Neither of us watched where they went; our eyes were locked.� I took her in my arms and kissed her.� She still had to stand on her toes and I still had to bend down to make that happen.� She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.� As we kissed, she was wrestling my shirt up and over my head.� Before the shirt hit the grass, she was trying to get my pants off of me and I was trying to help.� The pants came off so fast they were turned inside out and ended up in a heap.� My boxers were still stuck in the pants.� We were both standing naked in my back yard�a first for me; old news for her.

I picked her up again and her legs went instantly around me.� My dick was rising to the occasion and she was trying to scoot herself down onto it.� But I held her under her ass and would only let her just barely make contact with it.� I was slowly walking her over to the pool and she didn�t seem to notice, her face planted into mine.� I got to the edge of the pool and before she knew what I was doing, I jumped in with her, tossing her away slightly.

In mid air and taken completely by surprise, she let out an involuntary scream.� We splashed down hard, sending spray everywhere and making plenty of noise.� By the time she made it to the surface, I was already waiting for her.� She laughingly screamed, �You big jerk!�� And she splashed me with water.� I started splashing her back and we had a water fight.� Neither of us was even trying to be quiet, now.� I knew that none of the neighbors could see over my privacy fence since they all lived in ranch style homes.� The next house (besides Penelope�s) that was two stories was too far away to look into my backyard.

We played for a few minutes and eventually returned to each others� arms and started making out again.� Of course, my dick was still hard and it knew right where to go.� I raised my young bride-to-be up and lowered her onto my waiting member.� Making Love in the water was a new experience and I�m not sure why we had not tried it before now.� We were relatively weightless and it was an amazing feeling.� It wasn�t as easy to get that good, deep penetration going, but the enhanced tenderness of it made up the difference.� After several minutes of that, she looked at me and said that she wanted to change things up a little.� I was game so I let her do what she wanted.

She turned around and assumed a position like she was sitting in my lap.� Her head was turned to the side as she was trying to still look at me.� Thinking I had the idea, my cock was gliding back towards her vaginal opening.� I was just about to push in when she suddenly repositioned herself.� I thought she was trying to get in a more comfortable position and didn�t think anything more of it.� My dick once again found its familiar home and I started to push again.� Then she said, �No; not there.�� She repositioned and that was when I realized she had her tight little asshole right at the head of my cock.

I asked her if she was sure and she just nodded giving me the go-ahead.� We were floating around in the shallow end of the pool, so I was able to touch bottom.� She was just floating in my lap; both of us in a sitting position.� I started to push up to her little ass and she just floated away.� I pulled her back, grabbed her hips and tried again.� I had better results, the very tip of the head making it in, but she again floated away.� Her ass was really that tight.� Then she said, �Wrap your arms all of the way around me and hold me as tight as you can.� I did what she asked and felt like I might snap her in two.� I now used my upper body to pull her down.� At the same time, I lifted up with my legs which resulted in more of her body coming out of the water.� Essentially her entire body weight was now being supported by the sphincter muscle of her tiny asshole and it was a losing battle for her ass.� My cock bulldozed its� way up her tight ass and she screamed in delight.� I started to pull out some to keep from hurting her and she told me not to move.� I froze.� She also sat very still and began to hum.� Before long, she was slightly raising and lowering herself with the use of her legs.� I remained still.

She remarked that the feeling was incredible and I couldn�t disagree.� The almost 12 year old "girl" sitting on my cock was starting to relax and the more she relaxed the further my dick pushed her little colon aside to make room itself.� Once all of the way in, she rested for a moment and then started grinding her ass into my swollen dick.� I was still being very still to let her set the pace when she gave me a quick nod and an �Mmm-hmm� to let me know she was ready.� I started slowly thrusting into her ass and she was really having a good time now.� She brought her knees up and leaned forward to allow even deeper penetration.� Penelope pulled herself into a �cannonball� position and I wrapped my arms around her to help keep her that way.� I was speeding up my thrusts slightly and she was in heaven. �She began to whine, �Oh my god�OH my god�OH MY God�.OH MY GOOOOODDDD!!!�� My dick was clamped by her ass and I couldn�t hold it back: I blasted a huge load as deep in her ass as physically possible.

We rested on the steps in the pool and just held each other close.� Penelope never ceased to amaze me.� I knew that she had only ever had sex with me, but she was no amateur; she was an absolutely fantastic lover!� After resting for what seemed 5 minutes but was probably an hour, Penelope was starting to shiver and I was feeling a little cold as well.� I picked her up and carried her out of the pool.� We began collecting our clothes that had been tossed all over the yard and started to dress.� Penelope had her bra and shirt on and was carrying her soaking wet shorts, but was still naked from the waist down.� She was looking through the grass and asked if I found her panties.� I reminded her that she shot them off of her finger and she said, �Yes; I know I did�where did they go?�� I told her that I didn�t see where they went but to not worry about them�we�d find them later.� She shrugged and put her shorts on; forced to go �commando�.� I walked her home and thanked her for the magical evening.� She kissed me good night and said, �No; thank YOU.�� I waited until her door was closed and I went home to get some sleep before work.

While at work, I was focused on personal matters mostly.� I contacted a lawyer and made an appointment to see him during lunch.� He was known to be one of the best and that was what I wanted.� As planned, I met with him during lunch and I told him about my incredible stroke of luck (the lottery winning; not Penelope) and said that I didn�t want to make the public appearance since I didn�t want people to know.� He was familiar with the terms of accepting the prize winnings and said that there was unfortunately no way out of posing with the check for the cameras.� I was severely disappointed.

But then he suddenly had a thought.� He said he wanted to check on something and that he would get back to me.� I made sure his secretary had my number and I went back to work.� Before the end of the day, he had called me with an update.� He said the terms of appearing were iron clad�no way around that.� However, there was nothing in there that said my face must be visible for the pictures nor was I required to give my name if I intended to make an anonymous generous donation to a charity.� I was just silent, waiting for him to continue.� He said all I had to do was hold the check up over my face for the photo-op and refuse to give my name to the media on those grounds.� My new lawyer said that he would be there to make sure there were no problems with anyone pressuring me or trying to snap a picture of me when I wasn�t looking�he�d do all of the talking for me.� I felt comfortable with his abilities already.

I let some time go by while getting things in order for collecting our winning check.� Penelope still didn�t know we were about to be made rich.� The day came to make my �almost� appearance.� I acted like I was going to work, but met my lawyer and we were off to get paid.� Once my lawyer (Joe) told the lottery commissioners the deal, they were clearly not happy.� But Joe had his stuff together and their hands were tied.� The photo op went just as planned and we left in a hurry; Penelope and I were now officially independently wealthy.� And the first thing I was going to do with the money was buy a new car.

There was nothing wrong with my car, exactly, but it wasn�t going to work for what I wanted to do.� The car I had in mind had a very specific purpose.� I ordered a custom made limousine.� It wasn�t a long stretch job; that wasn�t the point of the car.� It was stretched a little, but the real money went into the windows.� All of the windows were covered in specially made laminate that blocked 100% of UV rays.� But that wasn�t all: they were also filled with liquid crystal like you see in a digital clock.� With the adjustment of a knob they could be tinted anywhere from clear to completely blacked out.� The rest of the car had the most of the typical amenities, but it was really nice.� I hired a full time driver to be on call with short notice.� His only job was to be where I called him to be and on time with no questions and the car spotlessly clean inside and out.

When the day came to pick up the car, I called my driver (Mr. D.) and told him to go pick it up and to text me when he had the car.� He did so without question.� I was at home when I got the text: �delivery complete; Driver on call�.� I texted him back and said to pick me up at the primary address (Penelope�s) in one hour.� That meant by 2:00pm, he should be there.� I went over to Penelope�s at 1:45 and let myself in the usual way�careful not to expose her to the outside light.� She didn�t have a lecture scheduled that day and was just grading papers.

I walked into her office and said, �Whatever you are doing, it can wait until later: I have a surprise for you. �� She just looked up at me and asked, �What are you up to now?�� I said, �I told you: it�s a surprise.�� At 1:50 I got a text from Mr. D: �5 minutes�.� I turned to my Love and asked her, �How much do you trust me?�� She looked at me cautiously and answered, �Completely.� I trust you completely.�� I said, �Ok.� Stay here for now.�� She said �ok� and I went into the garage and closed the door behind me.� I opened the garage door and a few minutes later, Mr. D was pulling up in front.� I motioned for him to pull into the garage and, like a real pro, he backed the car in.� I closed the garage door and he stepped out of the car ready to present it to me for inspection.� I just asked him if he checked everything out and he said, �Thoroughly, sir.� Everything works perfectly.�� I asked about the windows and he showed me the results from the test lab: 100% UV protection.� I said, �Very well� and handed him back the results.�

I went inside the house and Penelope was waiting on pins and needles.� She asked who was here and I told her to come with me.� We went into the garage and she was visibly stunned.� �You rented a limo?� That is so cool,� she exclaimed.� Then she asked, �But, why is it here now?� The sun won�t be down for hours!�� I just said, �If you please�� and motioned for her to get in the car.

Mr. D. already had the door open and was waiting patiently for us to get in.� She looked at me like a deer in the head lights.� I reminded her that she said she trusted me and she nervously got in the car.� She said, �These windows aren�t even tinted.� I�m going to burn for sure!�� I replied, �Now what happened to your trust in me? HMM?� You won�t burn through these windows.� Believe me.�� Penelope held to my leg tight.� I pressed the intercom switch and said, �We are ready Mr. D.�

The garage door opened and sunlight flooded in.� The car pulled out into the afternoon sun and Penelope was cringing involuntarily in fear; eyes shut tight.� After we were half of the way down the street, she first opened one eye and when she saw her skin wasn�t �on fire�, she opened the other.� She had to squint from the brightness of the sun, but she was otherwise fine.� She held her hand up in the bright light in amazement.� She looked at me and I said, �UV proof glass.�� She asked how in the world I ever found a limo with UV proof glass for rent.� I just shrugged and said, �I have my ways��

Seeing her still squinting, I said, �Here: let me adjust this for you� and I turned the knob to tint the windows to about 30% tinted.� She was amazed but stopped me.� She pushed my hand away from the control knob and turned it back to 0% tint.� She turned to me and said she wanted to see the sunlight�all of it.� This was the first time that she could remember being �in� the sun and that was remarkable since she could remember turning 1!� I told the driver to head for the boardwalk and to go real slow once there.

Penelope looked at me and said, I don�t know how you did it, but you get a lot of points for this one��� We cruised the boardwalk and she looked in amazement at the masses of people.� They were everywhere and they were all different and interesting to her.� Once again, I succeeded in making the love of my life VERY happy.� We drove around until it started to get dark.� Once the sun was down, Penelope made an adjustment to the tint level of the windows: 100% tinted.� I clicked the intercom and told Mr. D. to take the long way home�� He did as he was told; no questions asked.� And of course, on the way home Penelope made me very happy, too�� We didn�t have sex in the car because we didn�t want to make a mess for Mr. D., but we got naked and had �cuddle time� which we both always enjoyed.

The car came to a stop and we heard the driver�s door open and then close.� Penelope scrambled to put her clothes on and was throwing mine at me.� I asked her why she was in such a hurry and she said in a hushed yell, �He�s going to open the door for us and see us like this!�� I replied with a chuckle, �No he�s not!�� She was not put at ease in the slightest by my confidence and said I was crazy.� I said, �Baby, the windows are blacked out.� He will stand right there at that door until we turn the tint down so that he can see in.� He�ll stand there all night waiting for that to happen.�� �Are you sure?� she asked.� I told her to get dressed but take her time.� I started to slowly get dressed and by the time I had my boxers on, Penelope was completely clothed.� I chucked at her.� I deliberately took my time getting dressed and once dressed, I sat there looking at her and shaking my head.� �When are you going to trust me?� I laughed.� I turned the tint down to 0% and as soon as I did, Mr. D. opened the door.

I got out and took her hand to help her out of the limo.� Once we cleared the door, Mr. D. closed it behind us.� I walked Penelope to the door and told her I had to take care of the driver; I�d be in shortly.� She went in and I went to talk to Mr. D.� I thanked him for the good job and he just replied, �A pleasure, sir; thank you, Mr. Hunt.�� I liked Mr. D.: he was a real professional and seemed like a good man�I�d have to sit and talk with him some day�� But it wasn�t the time now: I wanted to get inside to my young fianc�!

The next day, I went to work and while sitting there trying to dream of a new idea, I suddenly thought, �Why the hell am I here?�� I put my two week notice under the false pretense that I was given a job opportunity that I couldn�t turn down.�� I went home, changed, took care of some things around my neglected house, and then went to Penelope�s just after dark.� I noticed that we hadn�t been having a lot of love making sessions lately and I was surprisingly ok with that.� I didn�t feel like I had to be �balls deep� in her to express my love or to feel like she loved me.� Our Love had transcended above that somewhere along the line.� I mentioned this observation to her and she said that she had noticed that as well�feeling the same way.� It was amazing how in-tune we were with each other.� I was just as happy with my hand on her shoulder or hip as I was with my raging cock in her little vagina.� We messed around a lot still, but we had started saving the Love making for really special times and not just at the end of every day or even every date.

My two weeks� notice ended and I turned in my resignation.� I went home as happy as I could be.� When I walked through Penelope�s front door, she called me into the kitchen.� She greeted me with a really big kiss and I had a funny feeling about the kiss; not a bad feeling�just that there was motive behind it.� I asked her how her day was and she said it was �fine�.� I asked if there was something wrong and she said she needed a �huge favor�.� I said, �Anything for my baby!�� She asked me if I could pick up something from the store for her and I said, �Of course!� What do you need?�� She looked at me�not embarrassed but almost worried of my reaction�and said, �I�need some��girl stuff�.�� Her face made a slight grimace like she was afraid I�d say �no way�.� I was taken aback slightly and asked, �You mean: you got your first period?!�� She nodded sheepishly and I said, �That is great news!�� She said, �I thought maybe you�d be upset.�� I said, �Why would I be upset?� Your body is finally figuring out what everyone else has known for a long time: that you are a woman!�� Penelope just hugged me and said �thank you� for understanding and not being upset.� I asked her what kind she needed and she replied that she had no idea.� I asked if her period was heavy or light and she said, �It�s my first��� I said, �Oh, right�no reference��� She gave a sideways smile and a shrug of one shoulder.� I said, �Don�t worry about it: I�ll figure it out.�

I went to the store to get my Love some �feminine hygiene products� and when I got to that isle, I was stopped dead in my tracks.� The isle seemed to stretch longer than the Great Wall of China!� There were a million brands and each brand had a billion varieties to choose from.� I was instantly overwhelmed.� I stood looking at the shelves and I think my jaw was dragging on the floor.

Then a nice lady with a sweet and sympathetic voice asked me if she could help me find what I was looking for.� I said that I had no idea what I was looking for but I was certainly in the right zip code.� She gave a little laugh and asked if I knew what my wife normally uses.� I explained, �Actually, these are going to be for a �first timer�; she doesn�t know what she needs.�� The lady said understanding, �AAAHHH.� Gotcha�the first time is always a problem trying to figure out.� How old is she?�� I said that she was 11 & �, almost 12, and she asked about her size.

The only thing that was coming to my mind was her breast size but I knew that wasn�t what she wanted to hear.� I looked at her blankly.� She asked if she was a small girl or was she more average or even �plus sized��� I said, �Oh; right.� She is small, I guess; just over 5� and about 90-95 pounds; very slender.�� The lady was already walking me towards what I was probably looking for.� She said pointing to a product, �These are actually made for young girls.� They are narrower than regular pads to fit her comfortably and they are not too thick but still absorbent.� And, they have a sticky backing to keep them in place on her panties and wings on the sides to help prevent �accidents�.� Just give them to her and she will easily figure out how to use them.�� I thanked the lady for her help and said that she just saved me a lot of time.� She remarked that she could sympathize with a father trying to by pads for his little girl.� I just laughed slightly and nodded my head in agreement and said, �Yeah, it�s not easy being a Dad sometimes, but it�s worth it.�� She smiled and wished me good luck.� I thanked her again and went to make my purchase.

On the way home, I started thinking about how lucky we were that I didn�t �catch her� on her first ovulation. �Then I started wondering just how we got so lucky.� I calculated that if she was having her period now, then she was ovulating about two weeks ago.� I started thinking back and realized that we were having some pretty good sex two weeks ago and was even more amazed that she wasn�t pregnant right now!� Then I realized that it had actually been that long since we went all of the way with making Love�about two weeks now!� I started thinking about our last session and then realized exactly how we avoided an early pregnancy.� The last time we had full-blown sex was in my pool.� I wasn�t able to get my cock all of the way in her because we were floating in the water.� And before I could cum in her vagina, she wanted to try anal sex.� When I had my orgasm, it was in her ass.� That was why she wasn�t pregnant right now.� Had she not wanted to try going anal, I very well may have impregnated her that night!

I arrived home (I was now thinking of her place as home) and gave Penelope her products.� She thanked me with a sweet kiss and went into the bathroom� A few minutes later she came out and just walked up to me and leaned into me.� I hugged her tenderly.� I shared my revelation and theory with her and she said she had been thinking about that, too, and had came up with the same conclusion.� She said, �We really dodged a bullet, there.�� I didn�t say anything, but felt the same way.� She took my silence the wrong way.� She looked up at me and said, �I didn�t mean it that way.� I want to have your babies, of course!� I want to have lots of babies with you!� It�s just that I�m not ready right now.�� I reassured her saying, �No�I know that.� I agree with you: we dodged a bullet for sure!� I look forward to us having babies, too.� But I don�t want one a single second before you are ready.�� She put her arms around me now and asked, �Do you have any idea how much I love you?�� I said, �If you love me only half as much as I love you, then we will always be happy together.�

Now that Penelope was producing eggs, we had to be extra careful about when we made Love.� We tracked her periods closely.� A few days before and after her period and we could do what we wanted.� Right in the middle of her cycle was a bad idea to have unprotected sex.� During those times, we just �played� a lot and we were still completely satisfied with that.

Penelope still didn�t know that we won the lottery and I felt guilty about not telling her.� I left every day to go to my non-existent job.� I�d just go somewhere and plan our next date.� I couldn�t go overboard even though money wasn�t an issue because as far as she knew, money was definitely an issue.��� Even so, I was working on something big�not just �big�; but BIG!� The trick was that I had to make it look like I could put it together on a shoe-string budget.� But the question was: what was her �ultimate date�?� I had thousands of ideas, but none of them seemed �just right�.

Then one night Penelope and I were cuddling naked in bed.� We didn�t have sex because she was at her most fertile stage in her cycle.� I fell asleep and she just continued to cuddle next to me.� I was sound asleep when I had some distant sense that my chest was wet; warm at first and then cool.� The sound of Penelope talking softly snapped me out of my sleep.� She had fallen asleep on me and I had missed it!� I�d only seen her fall asleep once and it was the cutest thing I ever saw.� I longed to see that again and I missed it�damn!

I gently stroked her hair and whispered, �Are you sleeping, my Love?�� She just cooed, �Uh-huh.� �I asked, �Are you talking in your sleep again?�� She just said, �Mmm-hmm��� I thought about how truthful she is in her sleep and I had a very important question to ask her.� I said, �Tell me my Love: what is your idea of the ultimate date?�� She said, �I Oh know (I don�t know).�� I stayed with it, �Come on�you know.� If money was not an issue and you could go anywhere�do anything�what would it be?�� She said quickly, �Id knee.�� I didn�t catch that and said, �What?�� She replied, �ID knee!�� All I could come up with was �kidney�.� I asked her, �Did you say �kidney�?�� She said, �No!� Is-n (listen)!� ID KNEE!� Un go id knee.�� She was deep in sleep because I was having a hard time deciphering what she was saying.� Finally I asked her, �How do you spell that?�� She said, �DUH: Dee, I, esh, any, y!�� I got it then: Disney�she wants to go to Disney.� That WAS impossible.�

�Shit�, I thought.� Finally I said, �I love you, baby.�� And she whispered, �Huv you too.�� I fell back asleep soon after.� When I woke in the morning, Penelope was still cuddled up to me.� I asked if she slept there all night and she said no, that she woke up a few hours ago.� I asked her why she hadn�t gotten up yet.� She looked up at me and said there wasn�t anything else that she wanted to do more.� I kissed her and she kissed me back.� We both had morning breath and neither of us cared.� We loved each other even when we weren�t exactly perfect.� We got up and prepared for the day.

I went to my pretend job and all I could think about was: why did her idea of a perfect date have to be the biggest damn theme park in a state called the SUNSHINE state?!� Fuck the bad luck!� This was an impossible task!� I started to stew over my predicament.� I was sitting in one of my regular spots; a little place that had a few TV�s going.� One of my favorite actors (Tom Hanks) was on the screen, advertising his upcoming new release.� It gave me pause on my dilemma and had me thinking about my favorite movie of his.� In the movie (Apollo 13), he said that man has walked on the moon; it wasn�t a miracle�we just decided to go.� To me, that was the best line of the movie because it was exactly true about the human race.� We are able to do just about anything we put our minds to doing.� Really all it takes is the will to do it and enough money to make it happen.� And that thought brought me back full circle to Disney.

I had the money to make almost anything happen.� But it wasn�t like I had enough money to turn Disney into an inside park!� Even if I did, the CEO and other power-players at Disney wouldn�t allow it�it�s not like it was MY park.� Then I thought, �what if it was my park for a night?!�� I gave that some thought but decided it was not very subtle when it came to what it would cost�Penelope would know something was up with our money then.� Besides, I didn�t want the park to our selves.� A large part of what made our dates great was when she could interact with others; she lived for that.� So no: Disney would have to have plenty of people.� I knew from going there before that if you were a guest in one of the resorts that you could go back in after hours and enjoy the park until midnight, but that wouldn�t do: that would only give Penelope 2-3 hours at best and that is not enough time to experience all of Disney.� I thought some more about what could be done and then I had a plan.� But I knew there was no chance I could pull it off alone: I was going to have to talk to the big guys at Disney.

This was going to be difficult and require a lot of things to come together all at once.� I called my lawyer (Joe) and told him the rough draft of my idea.� I had already told him about me and Penelope.� He looked up the court papers (they were public record) and said that, as best as he could, that he understood.� I told him that eventually he would meet Penelope and then he would understand completely.� Anyway, I said that I needed to get in contact with someone �high in the food chain� at Disney.� He said he would see what he could do.

The next day, he called me with a name and phone number for the chief of operations at Disney.� I called immediately and got his secretary.� She didn�t seem to want to let me talk to her boss, saying that he was very busy and if she could give him a message.� I said, �Yes, please.� Can you please tell him that I will give him $20,000 in cash for a 15 minute meeting with him�in person?�� The secretary paused for a moment and asked, �Can you hold on the line for a moment Mr. �?�� I said, �Hunt; yes, I�ll hold.�� �Thank you Mr. Hunt.� One moment please.�

�Her attitude changed in a hurry�, I thought.� About 30 seconds past and the line picked up and a man�s voice was greeting me and asking what he could do for me.� It happened so fast that I didn�t even catch his name, nor did I care about his name�greedy bastard.� Clearly, money really does talk.� But this was certainly not the time to make a political statement.� I said, �Hello, sir.� I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the possibility of Disney hosting a special event at your park.� The meeting would only take about 15 to 20 minutes of your time.� I understand that time is valuable for a man in your position, so I am prepared to compensate you for it regardless of the outcome of the meeting.� He said, �Ok.� When do you want this meeting to take place, Mr. Hunt?�� I said, �I will work my schedule to fit around yours, but sooner is better than later.�� He asked if I could hold while he checked his schedule with his secretary and I said that was fine.� I had the feeling he just put me on hold to look busier than he truly was: who couldn�t clear 15 minutes of any day for $20,000 dollars?

A few minutes later, he came back to the line and asked if I could meet him the following Thursday at 2:35 in their office building in Orlando. �I told him to give me the address and I would be waiting for him there at that time.� The meeting was set and the secretary was back on the phone to give the address.� Once I told her I had it, she repeated it again.� Then she asked for my cell number so she could text the address to me�just in case.� Humoring her, I gave her my cell and I received the text before I even got off the phone with her.� Then she offered to send the address to my email, but I told her that was not necessary.� �She must have a terrible poker face�, I thought laughing to myself.

I went home and acted like I had the worst day at work.� Penelope asked me what happened and I told her that I had to go out of town on a business trip for two days next week.� She didn�t like the idea of me leaving but knew it must be important.� She asked where I had to go and I told her �Orlando of all places�.� She remarked that was funny because she had a dream about Disney World just last night.� �What are the odds�, I thought.� I just said that was a funny coincidence.� I changed the subject, saying that I didn�t want to think about the trip.� It would be the first time we had been apart for so long since we met and I just couldn�t think about that right now.��� Penelope said she knew just what I needed and she went upstairs and drew us a bath.

The time came for my �business trip� and I embraced the love of my life tightly while we said our goodbyes.� I took a plane to Orlando and flew coach; there was no need to get crazy with our money and go first class�it was just me flying after all.� Once the plane landed, I picked up my rental car and checked into my hotel for the night.� I called Penelope to tell her the flight went fine and that I was getting ready for the conference meeting the next day.� She didn�t keep me on the phone long, saying she wanted me to be well rested.� We told each other how much we loved each other and that took an hour before we forced ourselves off of the phone.

The next day I was up early; unable to sleep in anticipation of the meeting with the Disney executive.� I spent the morning writing an outline of the big points I needed to make and rehearsed my pitch.� Just after noon, I couldn�t stand being in the hotel anymore, so I left and drove straight to the address I had been given.� When I pulled up in front of the large office building, I saw that I was early�an hour and a half early.

Not wanting to look desperate, I drove around the area to pass time.� I pulled back into the parking lot at 2:10, walked in and by the time I found where I needed to be, I was exactly 15 minutes early.� I was dressed in my best suit which was freshly dry cleaned and pressed.� Not long after I announced my presence to the secretary there, a man in a clearly expensive suit (just as expensive as mine) walked through the door.� He took one look at me (and my suit) and said, �You must be Mr. Hunt��� I said �yes�, apologized for my appearance as I just got off the plane (a little lie just to impress since I looked flawless) and he introduced himself once again.� He invited me into his office and even opened the door for me.

Once inside, he offered me a drink and something to eat which I politely turned down.� Seeing that I just wanted to cut to the chase, he asked, �So what can I do for you?�� A mental image of my outline came up and I started my pitch.� I told him about Penelope and her skin condition; her desire to visit Disney, etc.� I told him that I knew about the afterhours benefit for guests staying in the resorts, but that would only give her a few hours which would not be enough to truly experience the park.� I said that what she really needed was for Disney to be open all night�for three days at least.

He stopped me short and said, �That�s not possible.� There is daily maintenance that is done on all of the rides at night.� That is also when concessions and gift shops are restocked.� And none of these things can be done with guests in the park.� I�m sorry.� The best I could do is to give you a private guided tour and maybe she could ride a few rides, but that�s about all I can do.�� I looked him in the eye and said, �Nothing is impossible.� You just have to be willing to make it happen.�� He gave me a sigh and a slight shake of the head and I continued, �In 1960, it was impossible to send a man to the moon.� But then a bunch of men decided to do it anyway�impossible be damned.� You and I are not unlike those men.� We know how to make things happen.� It just takes the will to do it.�� He was looking at me with a look that suggested that he�d love to help, but he didn�t know how to do it.� Then I asked, �When is your slowest time of the year?�� He said it was two weeks after school started in the early fall�kids are back to school then.� I said, �Give me three days in the fall��� He cut me off asking, �You want to buy out the park for three days so we can open at night?!� I doubt you actually have that much money, no offense Mr. Hunt.�� I said, �No, that isn�t my idea.� I actually want the park full of people.� With her condition, she doesn�t get to interact with people often and an empty park would just remind her of how isolated she is.� This girl is missing out on life.� So my idea is you close the park during the day�do you maintenance then�for three days during the fall and open the gates around sundown.� You can call it �Disney at night� or something to that effect.� You run a big ad campaign; fireworks on the hour all night; light parades; you name it.� Run it over a weekend and I guarantee the kids will come out in numbers never seen before at that time of year.� And if it is as successful as I�m certain it will be you�ll want to make it an annual event for years to come.�

He was silent for at least a minute and I could see his wheels spinning at the speed of light.� Finally, he said, �Honestly, that�s not a half-bad idea.� Let me talk to a few people and see if we can make this happen.� Will you be in the area long?�� I said, �No, not long�I have other business to attend to unfortunately.�� I was wondering if he was just blowing sunshine up my rear.� But then he hit a button on his desk.� A voice came over a speaker and said, �Yes sir?�� He said, �Karen, can you come in here right away?�� The speaker said, �Yes sir!� and seconds later the secretary from the front desk came shuffling in, her skirt too tight and long to walk properly in her heels.

No sooner did she walk through the door did he start giving her instruction: �Karen, cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the day��� Karen�s mouth dropped and her eyes bugged out.� She looked quickly to me and then back to her boss, clearly wondering WTF just happened in here.� She was genuinely in shock.� He continued, �Get a hold of everyone�and I mean everyone�tell them we are having an immediate think tank meeting at�� He turned to me and asked, �What time is your flight?�� I said, �I have to check in by 6:00; plane takes off at 6:30.�� He turned back to Karen who was writing as fast as she could on her note pad and continued where he left off, �4:00 sharp; no excuses.�� Karen was nodding her head in panic as her hand flew across her legal pad.� I wondered if she would actually be able to read what she was writing.� He finally stopped talking and she finished writing almost at the same time.� She looked up at him waiting for the next instruction and he just said, �GO!�� She said, �YES SIR!� and she was off like a horse in the Kentucky Derby.� He turned to me and asked if I minded going with him.� I said that I had my rental car�� He said, �Give the keys to Karen and she will return it.� I�ll get you to the airport, don�t worry.�� I said that was fine and he gave his secretary the last instruction before we left.� I handed her the keys and she had all phone lines lit up and could not have been more overwhelmed.� I felt bad for her and later that night she would probably hate me�but no matter.

We walked into the think tank meeting at 3:59.� The room was packed with people and every one of them was talking.� The room sounded like a giant bee hive.� The Chief of Operations walked to the front of the room and I was right next to him.� He didn�t stand there for a second before the noise suddenly stopped and he had their undivided attention.� Out of nowhere, Karen handed him a stack of papers which he glanced at for no more than a second and dropped on the table running the length of the room.� He started speaking, �You all certainly are wondering what this is about.� We need to quickly get a solid concept to go from idea to reality and we need to do it right now�tonight.� I wish this concept was mine; but it isn�t.� The concept came from Mr. Hunt so he is going to tell you about the how and why he came up with his idea and give you his vision.� Mr. Hunt�.�� I stepped up not knowing that I would be talking to so many people that day.� But I hid my nervousness and began my presentation again only this time I spent more time on details about Penelope.

I told them about her skin allergy and how remarkable she was; how brilliant she was academically.� I told them how even though she had achieved so much at such an early age, she was missing out on life.� I talked about how this girl had no chance to experience something as wonderful as Disney�her ultimate dream�and I wanted to do something about that because everyone should get to experience the magic of Disney.� Then I transitioned into the concept of �Disney at night� (as I was calling it) and all of the ways to make it work�why I was certain it would work.� I finished and the Chief took the floor again, �Ok, people: that�s the concept.� How do we make it happen?�� He pointed at someone and said, �Go.�� He started talking about the shift from day to night was simple enough if you don�t do maintenance on that first night.� �Not an option: safety of guest is not something we compromise and you know that,� he said.� The girl next to him said that maintenance would have to be done the day before that first night, then.� So rides would have to be temporarily off line.� The big chief said, �That�s better, but I still don�t like it.� Ok, you see we have a lot of work to do.� Get it done.� I want a detailed package put together before anyone goes home.� Don�t tell me it�s impossible: nothing is impossible�you just have to have the will to make it happen.� Tomorrow we start advertising.�

He knew I had to get going to the airport, so he left the think tank to their tasking and took me to the airport himself (I had already checked out of the hotel and my bags had already been transferred from the rental car to the chief�s car).� We talked on the way to the airport; mostly about Penelope.� Before departing ways, I thanked him for his time and for taking my idea seriously.� He said it was more than his pleasure and he was optimistic about the plans.� I reminded him of our terms for the meeting and handed him a certified cashier�s check for $20,000.� He tried to refuse it and I said that I gave my word and that it was part of the deal.� He said, �You are a man of your word and I don�t wish to insult you.�� I said, �Then take the money.�� He didn�t want to, I could tell.� But he wasn�t sure how to say no and reluctantly took it.� We shook hands and he said, �You will hear from me in the morning.�� I said, �I look forward to it.�� And just like that, our business meeting ended.

I got home late and my lovely bride-to-be was waiting for me at the door.� She leapt into my arms and hugged me like she hadn�t seen me in a month.� I hugged her back and had to be careful not to hurt her from squeezing too hard.� After a really big kiss, she asked me how the business trip went and I said, �It went pretty good, I think.� My boss seemed pretty happy with my inputs so, over all I think it went well.�� She was happy to hear that and took me directly upstairs.� She said, �Guess what is going to happen two days from now?�� I told her that I had no idea and she said, �My period will be here.� You know what that means?�� I said, �You are going to finish a sentence in two days?�� She smiled and shook her head, �No, funny guy�try again.�� Now she was unbuttoning my shirt and then my pants.� I let her hands work at my clothes and I pretended to think.� I said, �Ummm�you need me to pick up some more pads for you?�� She continued to smile and said, �Nope.�� I said, �Hm.� I don�t know.� What does that mean?�� By now I was nearly naked and helping her undress, too.� She said, �What it means is if you don�t get THIS�� She grabbed my growing cock with one hand and continued, ��in HERE��� She took my other hand and placed it palm up on her now steaming hot little pussy and finished saying, ��I�m going to never forgive you!�� I said, �Oh; is that what it means?�� She just continued to smile and nodded at me.� I said, �Well then.� I wouldn�t want you to hold a grudge against me for forever: that�s a long time!�

I picked her up and her arms and legs went around me in an instant.� My soldier was standing at full attention and reporting for duty.� I could easily hold her small frame in this position, I found.� I slowly lowered her until my soldier�s battle helmet was right at the opening to his �fox hole�.� She began rocking her hips at me and trying to slide herself further down.� She was kissing me deeply and I felt a hint of lust building in her.� I lowered her a small, fraction of an inch and she moaned in agonizing anticipation.� Penelope was lifting her knees into my ribcage and trying to push herself further down.� But I let her ride there.� Her kisses to my lips started filling with muffled sounds consisting mostly of the letter �M�.� But I continued to tease her.� She was started begging me without parting her lips from mine saying, �Oh God!� Do it!� Don�t make me wait any more or I�ll explode!�� Then she leaned her upper body away from me in attempt to push down.� It worked a little; my cock head slipped inside of her and she quietly celebrated her small victory.

My hands had to come up from under her gyrating little ass to hold her by her back to keep her from throwing us off balance and cause us to fall to the floor.� With the support gone from under her, she slid down my shaft another two inches and she felt victorious.� Her hips were now gyrating as much as she could make them go and my soldier was slowly taking cover against his commanding officer�s orders.

My little 11 year old lover was going into ecstasy.� She put her hands on the sides of her head, threw her head back, and grabbed her hair into her fists.� She was rocking with all she had, now: hips, abs, back, legs and even her neck and head.� She was screaming in pleasure now.� �OH GOD, YES!� OH MY GOD,� she exclaimed over and over.� As my cock buried itself to the hilt in her, I could feel the head of it push her cervix up.� I felt harder at that time than I had ever felt in my life.� I pulled her upper body back to mine and her AA size tits were on my chest.� She began kissing me again in earnest.� I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down onto my raging shaft even harder.� I could feel her cervix stretching and had to be careful not to rip it open (if that was even possible).� Her rocking on me picked up pace and I began thrusting up into her, matching her movements.

Suddenly, her vaginal walls clamped down on me so hard I thought she might pop my dick inside of her.� She began to hum in a single monotone note and her entire body began to shiver like she had just spent an hour making naked snow angels.� My orgasm was close but I was starting to worry that there was something wrong with her.� Concerned, I stopped moving and began to study her face.� Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth looked like she just drank a bottle of lemon juice concentrate.� Just as I was opening my mouth ask if she was ok, her eyes flew open and she let out a scream that seemed to start in her toes and lasted until she had no breath in her.� At the exact same time, her legs stiffened and she had a massive squirting orgasm.� It came out with such force and velocity that it vibrated our complimentary parts hard enough to make a loud high pitched sound.� Her juices splashed into me, soaked my entire pubic area and poured over my balls.� I could feel it running down the inside of both legs and dripping on the tops of my feet.� I continued to look at her in half shock and half amazement and only then realized that my soldier had fired off all of his rounds inside of her.

It took her another 10 seconds to be able to inhale after her scream ran out of wind and I saw as her smoky eyes came back into focus.� Her face started turning a very light shade of pink and she said, �I�m so sorry.� I�m really embarrassed��� I asked her why and she said, �I think I just peed on you.�� I laughed and said, �You think that was pee?� No my love, you just had a massive orgasm.� Don�t be sorry: I enjoyed seeing and feeling it as much as you did having it.�� She shyly admitted, �That did feel like nothing else in the world�� I want to do it again, actually.�� I laughed and said that they don�t usually happen often, but we�d have fun trying.

The next morning when I was �at work�, the Chief called me as he said he would.� He began by saying, �Good news!� I have a plan here in front of me and from what I�ve seen so far, it is a solid one.� This could be a big weekend for Disney and I have you to thank for it.� Hell: I might even get a sizable bonus if this goes as well as it should!�� I told him that was good news and thanked him for calling me to let me know.� He said, �Also, you and Ms. Adams are going to be our guest for this event.�� I said �ok� in a manner that suggested I wasn�t sure what he meant.� He said, �You will not be staying at one of the resorts just outside the park.�� I thought that didn�t seem like we were going to be much of a �guest�, but then he said, �Instead, you will be staying in Cinderella�s Palace.� There is a suite in the upper floors; you will be staying INSIDE the park.� Your admission, lodging, and food will all be on us.�� I told him that was very generous and that I really appreciated the hospitality.� He said, �Not at all.� Actually, you paid for it already: $20,000 goes a long way, you know.�� I said, �That was a payment to you; it wasn�t to be used for our visit��� He jokingly said, �Hey�are you telling me what I can or cannot do with my own money?� In all seriousness, if you had come into my office with some hair brained idea like I hear so often from people wasting my time, I�d have said no and kept the money�just to teach you a lesson.� But when you showed me your vision, I was instantly inspired and your money was the last thing on my mind. And besides, it didn�t take ALL of the money: there was still plenty left for me to get something for my wife!�

I laughed and thanked him for his kind words and for having the will to make things happen and we were saying goodbye when he said, �OH!� One more thing: my ad campaigners changed the title.� It�s now being called �Disney in the Dark�.�� I said, �Wow.� I like that better than what I came up with!� �Good job� to your ad crew for me, ok?�� He said, �Will do; and we�ll keep in touch�, and we hung up.� I was so excited and thrilled that I couldn�t stop from screaming, �YEAAAHHH!� at the top of my lungs.� Everyone in the coffee shop looked at me in a flash, one lady spilled her coffee and a baby started crying at my sudden outburst.� I stuttered an apology for my behavior and weakly explained that I just got some really good news�� Everyone looked at me for a few more seconds and when they (presumably) decided that I was not some lunatic that was about to kill them, they went back to what they were doing�except for the lady that spilled her coffee�she began cleaning her mess in disgust.� I went to leave and gave her a $20 bill and again apologized.� She said, �That�s ok�, and took the $20 anyway.

After �work� I went home to Penelope and told her I had a great idea for what I hoped would be the best date ever.� She looked at me suspiciously and just said, �Really?�� I said, �Yep.� But this date will have to wait until September.� I can�t tell you why.�� She replied in a mock-formal tone, �Ok, Mr. Hunt�I have my eye on you�� You are up to something; I can feel it.�� I just smiled and said, �Me? �No�what could I be up to?�� She just looked at me from the corners of her eyes and said, �Mmm-hmm� I�m watching you.�

Time seemed to slow down after that; it seemed like September would never come.� I guess I was just that excited.� I couldn�t wait to see her face radiate when she realized what the plan was.� In the meantime, I kept up my charade of going to work and planning regular dates.� Sometimes we used the limo, most times we didn�t (I didn�t want to give away the surprise about the lottery).� And after what seemed like forever, the big date was just two days way.� I finally told her that the �big date� was going to take several days because we were going on a trip.� She looked at me in confusion and asked, �How can we go on a trip for several days?� I can�t be outside of the house in the light.�� I said, �We do that frequently, actually.�� She put things together and asked, �You mean, we are taking the limo?!� We can�t afford to rent a limo for several days: they are expensive!�� I asked her, �WHEN are you ever going to trust me?�� I told her to start packing and to pack mostly casual wear suitable for possibly cooling temperatures and maybe one or two semi-formal outfits for dinner.� And I said that she should make sure her shoes were comfortable because we were going to be spending some time on our feet.

Her head was swimming in thought and coming up with nothing.� She ran to start packing and she must have taken every article of clothing she had out of the closet and drawers to figure out what items would make the cut and what would stay behind.� I packed in about 20 minutes; she took all night.

I had already arranged for Mr. D. to have the limo at the house first thing in the morning.� Penelope never even went to bed that night; she was too excited to sit still.� She woke me up and said that my phone had a new text that just said �5 minutes� and I knew what that meant: Mr. D. was almost here.� I got up quickly, used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and got dressed.� When I came downstairs, Mr. D. was already backed into the garage and the door was closing.� All of our luggage was by the garage door, which I found funny because it was all upstairs last night when I fell asleep.� The moment the garage door closed, Penelope opened the door leading to the garage and Mr. D. was there waiting.�

�Good morning, Ms. Adams,� he greeted her.� She replied, �Good morning, Mr. D.!�� Our driver opened the door for Penelope and she jumped in.� I was moving luggage to set behind the trunk and he said, �Allow me, sir.�� He opened the trunk and began loading the car.� With the car packed, we were ready to go.� I told him I would just let myself in and he was behind me anyway to close the door for me�he was good: professional even when we are being informal.� I�d have to give him a bonus for Christmas, I thought.

We pulled out of the driveway and we were on our way.� Penelope was beside herself.� She kept the windows clear, not wanting to miss a thing.� She asked where we were going and I said it was going to take a long time to get there so she might as well settle in.� She asked how long it would take and I told her we would be there tomorrow night.� She said, �Tomorrow night?!� What if I have to pee?!�� Until she mentioned that, I had forgotten about one of the features I had put in the car.� I lifted one of the seats and under it was an RV style toilet.� There was a small storage tank under the car.� Penelope laughed like there was no tomorrow and put the seat back down.� We had a long day of riding in the car ahead of us and we settled in.

It was getting late and Mr. D. had been driving for nearly 14 hours.� It was now dark out and we stopped at the boarder of North and South Carolina: the �South of the Boarder� tourist trap.� It was perfect because the lodging there was incredibly cheap in both cost and quality.� The benefit of that was that it kept the appearance of the �shoe-string budget�.� Besides, Penelope didn�t get to see tourist traps like this often (or ever).

We checked in and our room was blissfully awful.� The door to the bathroom was hanging by a single hinge and it was impossible to close.� The carpet was clearly made at least 30 years before we set eyes on it.� The wall paper was even older.� I almost gagged when I saw the room and inspected the beds for bed bugs immediately (found none�thankfully).� Penelope�s reaction was completely opposite of mine.� She loved it and said it had so much �history�.� I said it was a dump and we should sleep in the limo.� She said, �You go ahead; I�m sleeping here,� and she plopped down on the bed like she was a kid again.� I figured if she was enjoying it, then maybe I could enjoy the dump in an ironic way.� I went out to get our overnight bags from the car and Mr. D. was looking a bit despaired at his lodging.� I gave him $200 and told him to get a room at the nice place across the street.� He said that he appreciated the generous offer, but these accommodations were more than adequate for him.� I said, �Bullshit, and you know it.� Thank you for your professionalism, but I�m not offering�I�m telling you.� Here: take the money and get a nice place.� Besides, you have a lot more driving tomorrow and I want you properly rested.�

Mr. D. looked at our dive of a motel and the cash in my hand.� Taking it he said, �Of course you are right, sir.� Thank you, sir.�� As he turned to go, I patted him on the shoulder and said, �Good man.�� He replied by saying, �If only I was half as good as you, sir.� Good night, sir.�� I told him good night and went inside the room.� I locked our door behind me and was surprised the chain wasn�t ripped out.� The water in the tub was running and Penelope was not to be seen�she was in the bathroom.� I went to the busted door and she was trying to work the handle to get hot water.� It took a while but the water finally started flowing hot and she closed the drain.� �Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?� she asked.� Without a word, I stripped and joined her.

We dumped the tiny bottle of soap that had probably been sitting there for the last ten years in the water and we were lucky if a dozen bubbles were formed.� We laughed hysterically.� But who needs bubbles when you are with the love of your life?� We soaked in the tub for a while until the vibration from the road left our bodies.� When we felt better, we got out, dried off and lay in bed.� Her skin was whiter than the old sheets covering the bed.� I loved her smooth, milky skin.� I ran my hands over her body and explored every square inch of it.� It was hard to believe that she was still 3 months shy of her 12th birthday.

Her breasts were getting noticeably larger and her hips were becoming quite shapely.� The little tuft of hair above her clitoris was almost as dark as the hair on her head now and it was just long enough to play with (which I did).� I had her roll over onto her stomach and I gave her a nice gentle yet firm back massage.� I started at her shoulders and neck and took my time working my way down.� I loved her form and let my eyes soak in the site of her.� Penelope�s body had certainly changed in the last several months and it was improving on perfection.� I let my fingers slide up and down her back; tracing her lines�memorizing every curve.

Eventually I got to her tiny cute ass and I took my time massaging that, too.� I continued south and my fingers traced the curves of the bottom of her butt cheeks where they met the tops of her legs, circling back up to the top of her butt again.� On my way back down, I let my fingers slide all of the way in her butt crack and dragged one right across her little asshole.� Her hips came up off the bed reflexively to push back into my fingers and she jokingly said, �Hey, watch your hands, mister.�� I said, �My apologies, Ms.� I slipped.�� She giggled and I went back to my massage.� I massaged her butt cheeks a few more minutes and I went to her legs and massaged them all of the way down to her feet.� Then I had her turn over again and I massaged her from her feet working my way up her body; again letting my fingers memorize every curve of her body.� I was certain that if you lined up a hundred girls her age and blindfolded me, I could pick her out of the group by giving them massages.

I reached her pelvis and she was starting to slowly raise it into my hands.� I let two fingers massage her labia; one finger on each side of her little slit.� Her legs opened involuntarily and I saw she was biting her lip; eyes closed.� Each of her hands had a fist full of bed sheeting.� I didn�t let my fingers penetrate her even a fraction of an inch because I wanted to build that desire in her to a frantic level.� But I did focus on her outer labia and clitoral hood for a long time.� I could see juices starting to collect at her vaginal opening and I knew she wanted it bad.� When her hips started picking up pace, it was time to go North: I was not going to let her release just yet.� I massaged her stomach and noticed her breathing was shallow and a bit labored.� My fingers outlined her adorable bellybutton and then her ribs.� I caressed her growing tits and played with her nipples between my finger tips.� Her nipples were becoming sensitive as her boobs were growing and she loved having them played with.��� After she had plenty of attention paid to her cute breasts, I continued my way up to her upper chest, and shoulders.� I even massaged her arms down and back up.� I massaged her neck and then her face and scalp.� As I was massaging her face (which takes a gentle touch) I was positioning myself over her.� I let my body weight rest slightly on hers and her legs spread open to let me down further.��� I scooted back down her body and was kissing her everywhere as I traveled down.� I kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, and shoulders.� I kissed her upper chest, her breast and her nipples.� I kissed her rib cage and her belly button.� I kissed her hip bones and her Mons.� Then I went further down�skipping her clitoris and labia.

She groaned in frustration.

I kissed her thighs and her knees; her shins, ankles, feet and each of her toes.� Then I reversed and did the same thing on the way back up.� Her legs were still splayed wide in anticipation and I could clearly see her liquids dripping from her.� I went to again skip over her labia and clitoris and she almost screamed.� I knew she couldn�t wait much longer so I quickly went back down and stuck my stiffened tongue right under her clitoral hood and onto her little-girl-sized clit.� Her clit was hard with excitement and I gave it a gentle assault with my tongue.� She was moaning quietly now and rocking her hips up into my face.� Her vaginal juices were starting to flow heavy and I had them on my chin�dripping off of it.� I opened my mouth and sucked on her little clit and her right labia.� She thrust up into my mouth so fast that she nearly gave me a fat lip.� It didn�t slow me down, though.� I sucked on her left labia and then licked her soaking wet little pussy.� I pushed my tongue in a little and used it to stir her secretions.

She was on the verge of orgasm and I could feel it.� I kept my tongue buried in her pussy and put a finger on each side of her clit and began stroking the sides of it up and down at a snails� pace.� Then I pushed the one finger into her little ass up to the first knuckle.� I matched the pace of that finger with the pace of the two on the sides of her clit while my tongue went wild and she began to sing.� Slowly I quickened the pace of my finger rubbing/thrusting and her tune got louder.� I started pushing my tongue in and out of her like it was a little dick and I could feel her pussy twitching on my tongue.� Her tiny pussy juices were flowing and it was delicious.

They should make a beverage that is the same flavor as pussy juice!� Guys everywhere (and even some girls) would be clearing it off of the shelves.� I was enjoying the flavor of her nectar so much that I hummed �MMMMM�.� When I did that, she almost leapt out of her beautiful milky skin.� Seeing that I discovered something, I did it some more and she was in the throes of ecstasy.� I began humming louder into her pussy and her orgasm built quickly.� She screamed, �CLIT!� Do that to my CLITORIS!!!�� I did as she desperately requested�in a flash I sucked her little clit in my mouth and I hummed as loud as I could.� After a few seconds, her legs shot straight into the air and stiffened, and she began to scream.� I instantly knew what was about to happen and I opened my mouth wide and placed it directly over her vaginal opening.

No sooner had I got in position did she have another massive squirting orgasm.� But this time it all went in my ready and waiting mouth.� Something hit me in the back of the head and it took me a second to figure out it was one of her hands.� The other had pulled half of the sheet off of the bed and it draped across her naked body.� My mouth filled with her girl cum and I kept as much of it there as I could.� There was far more of it than what I could hold in my mouth so the rest was pouring down my face.� She was still reclined back but looking down at me.� I showed her my mouth full of her cum and swallowed it with great ceremony.� I went back down on her while looking up into her downward looking eyes and a few more soft squirts escaped her.� I quickly swallowed it down and couldn�t believe how delicious it was. �I licked her gently and tried to clean her entire crotch with my tongue, but that was impossible.� Eventually I moved up and kissed her breast some more.� I let my cock head brush over her pussy and rested my shaft on her clitoris.� She just looked at me as if to ask �what are you doing?� and I asked her �where she was� (in her cycle).� She said, �It�s safe.�� I asked if she was sure and she said her period was 4-5 days away; she wasn�t fertile.� I slid back down several inches and my cock found a secret hide out.� I slid in to her with complete ease.� She was still very tight, but the natural lubrication made her more slippery than an ice skating rink covered in axle grease.

I slowly eased in and out of her and we let our lust turn back to passion and Love.� We made love for hours and we both had more than one orgasm.� When we exhausted ourselves and were satisfied, we knew we had to wash again.� So we got up and took another bath.� We took turns washing each other and just holding one another.� The morning would be upon us soon and we had to get her in the car before the sun came up.� We rushed to get out of the tub, dried off again and got dressed.� Right as we were getting the last of our things together, there was a knock at the door and I knew who it was: Mr. D.� I opened the door and he said the sun would be coming up soon.� We agreed and he took Penelope to the car and let her in.� Once she was safe in the car, he came to help retrieve our things from the room.� After he walked in, I suddenly realized that we were standing in a sleazy motel room where a 36 year old man and an 11 year old �girl� had just spent the night; there were two beds and one of them was neatly made while the other looked like a porn movie had been shot on it.

Mr. D. made no mention of the room, however.� I wondered if it was even possible that he didn�t notice.� And only when I walked outside did I realize how much our room smelled of hot sex.� I feared I was going to have a problem on my hands and soon.� But, Mr. D. remained as professional as always and made no mention of what I saw to be obvious.

Twenty minutes after getting on the road, the first light of the sun broke the horizon.� Having been up all night having incredible sex and making passionate Love, I was tired.� And because we would be up all night tonight, I told Penelope that I needed to get some sleep.� She understood and asked if the windows up front were UV protected and I said that they were.� She asked if I would mind if she rode up there while I slept�that way I could black out the windows and she could still see out and have someone to talk to.� I said that was a great idea.� She put down the privacy window and asked Mr. D. if he would like some company because �someone is still tired back here�.� He said, �Surely, Ms. Adams.�� And with that she jumped up into the front seat.� I closed the privacy screen and tinted the windows to 100% and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 4

I didn�t find out until well after the fact, but while I was sleeping in the back of the limo, Penelope and our driver had quite the conversation.� It went something like this:

Penelope was still settling into the front seat and said, �Thanks for letting me ride up here.� I love seeing where we are going.�� Mr. D. said, �Of course Ms. Adams: anything for you.�� She said, �Can you do one thing for me?�� Mr. D. said, �Anything you wish, Ms. Adams.�� She said, �Can you talk to me like you would one of your friends; at least while I�m riding up here with you?� I know you have to talk like that when Mike is there since he hired you, but I don�t have friends and I�d like to feel like you could be a friend.� Is that ok?�� He said, �Yeah; I�m ok with that.�� She smiled and said �thanks� to which he said �no problem�.

She asked him what his name was and he said �Devon�.� She said that her name was Penelope.� He said, �I know who you are Penelope Lynn Adams.�� She figured Mike had told him her name and didn�t have any questions there.� She asked him to tell her how he became a driver and he talked about how he grew up far from any town and, because of the low population and lack of police out �in the sticks�, he was driving by the time he was her age.� He always loved to drive and never got bored of it.� Even after reaching adulthood he loved it and when he learned he could drive and get paid, it was a no brainer.

She asked him how he ended up working for the limo company and he asked, �what limo company?�� She said, �This one��� He said that he didn�t work for any limo company and she asked, �So you are self employed�that�s great: you are your own boss.�� He said a little confused, �Mr. Hunt is my boss.�� Suddenly she thought there was probably something much bigger going on than she realized but didn�t lead on that she was on to it.� She didn�t want to press too hard and have him clam up on her so she changed the subject.

She said, �Well you told me about your life, so here�s a little about mine��� But he finished for her saying, �You are Professor Penelope Lynn Adams.� You are 11 years old and have a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Master�s in History; both from Harvard�very impressive by the way.� You own your own home and are the only one on the mortgage.� That being the case and given the fact you are a doctor, you have been found as competent as an adult in a court of law and you have been formally declared to be an adult.

Penelope looked at him in amazement but figured I must have told him all of that.� She asked, �Mike told you all of that?� He didn�t tell me he told you that��� He said, �No, he did not tell me; I figured it out.�� She looked at him doubtfully and he continued, �He could have told me that, but would he also have told me that you two are not just what you seem to be to the rest of the public?�

She looked at him a bit worried and asked, �What does that mean?�� He said, �Come on, Penelope.� I thought we were talking as friends here.� I know the truth.� You two are together.� As a matter of fact, you are getting married, aren�t you?� Listen: it�s ok.� I get it.�� Penelope worried that I and she were going to be thrust in front of cameras to defend our (my) actions soon; that I would lose my job (which I didn�t have anyway); that we would be shunned by others that didn�t understand.� She continued to look on at him.� And he said, �Don�t worry: I get how�delicate�your situation is.� I promise I won�t say a word to anyone.�

She thought for a minute and said, �How�d you figure that all out on your own?�� He responded, �A good driver knows his passengers.�� Not accepting that answer, she just looked at him.� He finally admitted how he figured it all out.� He said, �Google is a powerful tool.� When I got your address, I used it to get directions there.� Then I did a search to find out who lived at the address; one �Penelope Lynn Adams�.� When I picked you up for what I�m assuming now was a date, a young girl (by appearances) came out of the house.� I didn�t think too much of it: you could have been Penelope�s daughter and Mr. Hunt could be your father.� But you had different last names (which does happen) and something just seemed unusual.� I Google your name and hit after hit came up about you: when you received your Master�s degree�and your Ph.D.� Then I remembered that house was in your name.� No child can buy a house on their own.� I looked into public records and, sure enough, Penelope Lynn Adams was made a legal adult at the age of 10.�

Penelope was amazed that he put so much together on so little starting information�just her address.� Then she said, �What about the other thing?� How did you know that?�� He said, �You mean about you two being a couple?� I suspected before but didn�t know for sure until this morning: one room, two beds, only one used and, forgive me for saying it, but the aroma of sex can hang in the air for hours�even if you wash it off of your bodies.

She turned her head in embarrassment and he said, �Don�t be embarrassed; there�s no need to be.� You are an adult and can make those decisions for yourself.� She said, �I hope you don�t judge Mike for being with me.� He isn�t into little girls, you know��� He said, �That thought never entered my head in all honesty.�� Penelope said, �Mike is truly one of a kind.� He makes me so happy��� Mr. D. responded saying while using his thumb to point over his shoulder, �That guy back there: there is only one thing on that guys mind so far as I can tell��� He reached over with his index finger and tapped Penelope on the ring finger of her left hand where her engagement ring was sparkling in the light.

Penelope thought he was trying to say that all I wanted to do was marry her when he continued, ��He wants to spend the rest of his life making sure you are happy and he�ll do anything within his power to do so.� Every man finds a purpose; a purpose to get up in the morning; a purpose that motivates him and makes him strive for better.� For Mr. Hunt, his purpose in life is you.� And I think yours is one of the most beautiful relationships I�ve ever been witness to.�

Penelope could hear him choke up a bit as he talked.� Before she could say thank you for his words, he finished by saying, �I�m not usually one to get all teary eyed, but if we don�t change the subject, I just might cry and that will be embarrassing!�� Penelope had a tear of her own building and she said, �Well Devon, I won�t tell if you don�t,� and she wiped the tear from her eye.� Mr. D. said, �Deal,� as he wiped his away, too.

They sat in silence for a mile or so and Penelope was looking for another topic of discussion.� Penelope asked, �Do you drive a lot of people in this car?� It�s always so clean��� He said that wouldn�t be appropriate and she didn�t really understand why not but didn�t ask.� Finally she asked, �So, if you don�t mind me asking, what does a car like this cost?�� He said, �I have no idea, honestly.�� She asked, �So, you rent it then?�� Mr. D. looked at her briefly as if to say that was the strangest question ever.� Then he replied, �You know: for someone as brilliant as you, some things just go sailing right over your head�no offense, of course.�

Penelope�s brows narrowed in confusion and she said, �None taken; what do you mean, though?�� He said, �Well, let me put it this way.� I would imagine, given your rare skin allergy, that when you were a kid you used to fancy yourself as a vampire.� Am I wrong?�� Penelope thought about the first time she and I had sex and fought to contain herself.� She admitted that he was right and he continued, �I thought so.� Now, tell me: when is the last time you saw a personalized vanity plate on a rental car?�

Pieces quickly fell into place and Penelope lunged for the glove compartment.� She opened it and quickly, found the registration and insurance for the car.� The first thing she saw was that both were in my name.� Then she saw that the license plate said �VAMP 01�� She couldn�t believe that she never saw that before and realized that she was always so excited that she never even looked at the plate.� And why would she?� But the better question to her was how the hell could I afford a car like this unless my job was paying a lot more than what I told her?

She felt like she should be mad, but oddly she wasn�t.� She knew I liked surprising her with �little secrets�, but this seemed like a big secret.� She thought, �I got my eyes on you Mr. Hunt.�� More pieces fell into place and she started talking again.� She asked, �When you said that Mike was your boss, you didn�t just mean for the days you were driving us�did you?� He is your full-time employer�isn�t he?�� Mr. D. became aware that he had �spilled the beans� on things he shouldn�t have.� He said, �I�m afraid I may have said more than I was supposed to.� Would it be too much to ask that you not tell Mr. Hunt what you have discovered?� I don�t want to find myself unemployed for having a big mouth.�� Penelope said, �I won�t tell�I promise.�

They continued to make small talk for a while and soon Penelope said she was going to go see if I was still sleeping.� As she was climbing through the privacy window, she told him that she was really glad they talked and she enjoyed his company.� He said, �The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Adams.�� She turned to look at him in the rear-view mirror and gave him a wink of understanding (it was �Ms. Adams� now because the privacy screen was down).

I was just starting to wake up in the back seat of the limo and feeling well rested for having slept in a moving car.� I was still half asleep when I felt the best feeling in the world: the love of my life crawled her way into my arms and lay down with me.� I wrapped my arms around her and a smile stretched across my face.� Penelope put her arms over the top of mine to tighten my embrace around her.� I whispered sleepily, �I thought you were riding up front.�� She said just above a whisper, �I was.� But I missed you.�

We lied on the seat for a while and just held each other close.� When I was fully awake, we stopped to get food.� Penelope and I stayed in the car and Mr. D. went in to get it for us.�� I told Mr. D. to take 30 minutes to eat and have a break before getting back on the road.� It wasn�t because we were trying to get rid of him so we could have sex or anything; the guy deserved a break�simple as that.

We kept the windows tinted to around 75% so that we could see what was going on outside and still have some privacy.� We snuggled together and joked with one another for a while and then we would talk about our future together; our dreams, hopes, and wishes.� We could not have been more content.� Thirty minutes passed quickly and Mr. D. had us back on the road for the final leg of our trip.� The sun was starting to go down and we would be there in a few hours.

I told Penelope that the last leg of our journey was to be in black-out mode (100% tint) because she couldn�t know where we were going until we were there.� She joked that I was so mean to her and she was buzzing in anticipation.� I was watching the clock and knew we must be getting close.� The limo wasn�t just driving in straight lines anymore; we were making a lot of long gentle turns left and right.� Being a little familiar with the streets leading into Disney, I knew we were minutes away.� Mr. D. clicked the intercom speaker and said, �Sir, you will probably want to see this.�

Penelope was more excited than a kid at Christmas.� I turned down the tint to 0% and lowered the privacy screen.� Penelope stuck her head into the front seat in time to see what he was talking about and she screamed in Mr. D.�s ear.� �MIKE!!!� LOOK!!!�� I looked to see what she was pointing at and saw the Disney welcome sign that stretches across the road.� There was a huge banner that announced �Disney in the Dark�.� We drove on and Penelope was jumping, clapping, laughing and crying all at the same time.� Then she saw something that made her freeze.� She pointed and her face went limp.� I looked at what she was pointing at and it was another huge banner that read, �Disney in the Dark welcomes Mr. Hunt and Ms. Adams�.

I was sitting right next to her at that point and she started hitting me on the knee with her open palm as fast and as hard as she could.� She said, �DID YOU SEE THAT?!�� I just looked at her and smiled and she could only say, �How?� How did you do this?�� I said, �Oh, I have my ways��� She thought a fraction of a second and said, �So: you had a business meeting for work in Orlando, huh?� I�m on to you mister!�� She looked on as we continued to drive towards our destination.� Penelope just kept repeating, �Oh, Mike� Oh my gosh, Mike��� She said, �I don�t understand.� This would cost more money than we could ever make in our lives.� I said, �You may find this hard to believe, but this cost us very little�a plane ticket, a rental car, and a hotel for one night�that�s just about all.�� I didn�t tell her about the check that was ultimately used for our accommodations�didn�t want to give away too much to her yet.

She looked at me skeptically and I just said, �Where�s the trust?� What can I say?� When it comes to getting what I want, I know how to talk to people.�� She said, �I love you so much, Mike.�� I tensed up because the privacy screen was down.� I shook my head quickly and pointed to the screen, indicating she had to be careful and not say things like that when others could hear.� She looked at the down screen and back at me and said, �Oh, that.� No�it�s ok; don�t worry about it.�� I thought, �don�t worry about it�have you lost it?� and my face must have conveyed that message clearly.� She looked at my face and said, �Hey: where�s the trust?�� I was still looking at her for explanation and she said, �When we were talking, I found out that he knows all about me�more than you ever knew he did.� He knows I�m an adult and he knows we are engaged.� It�s fine�he understands our relationship and how �delicate� it is and wouldn�t tell anyone.�� I said, �Wow: you had quite the conversation!� Anything else I should know that you two talked about?�� She said, �Mmm�No, that�s about all.�

She turned to look at the parking lot and remarked, �I�ve never seen so many cars; look at the size of the parking lots��� I looked and she was right: the lots were filling up and I couldn�t have been happier about that.� Then she yelled, �LOOK!� There�s a train way up off of the ground!�� I told her that was the monorail and explained how it shuttled people into the park from the parking lot.� She asked if we could go on it and I said �of course�.� When we were getting off of the monorail and approaching the front gates, the lines at the gate were unbelievable.� Then I saw a familiar face; it was the Chief of Operations.

He was waiting for us.� He didn�t recognize me in my casual wear right away, but I as we approached, he first saw Penelope and probably figured she had to be the one he was looking for and looked immediately to me.� He recognized me then and walked forward to greet us.� He first introduced himself to Penelope and said that he had heard so much about her and that he was honored to meet her.� After they talked briefly, he shook my hand and looked around as if to say �do you see what is going on here?�� I just raised my eyebrows in acknowledgement and said, �Didn�t I tell you?�

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two pass cards and presented them to us.� He said, �Tonight, you are our VIP guests.� Use these cards for all purchases in the park; leave your cash and credit cards in your safe.�� I looked at him blankly.� He said, �Your money is no good here for the next three nights.� EVERYTHING you eat, drink, or have delivered to your room is on us.�� I was astonished.� Free food and drinks, I could understand, but souvenirs�that was unheard of.� He explained, �We are booked solid in all resorts tonight and tomorrow.� Sunday night we are booked to almost 80%.� And that doesn�t take into account the walk-ins.�� Our slowest time of the year just became our biggest night of the year.� And you did it, Mr. Hunt.�� I said, �No, I just pitched the idea.� You made it happen because you decided to do it.�� He said, �Perhaps, but you deserve the most credit.� You can�t execute a plan without first having the idea for it.�

We chatted for a minute and I thought Penelope would burst so we excused ourselves to enter the park.� We went to the back of what appeared to be the shortest line and the big Chief came running up to us.� He asked, �What are you doing?�� I said a bit confused, �We are going in the park�?�� He asked, �Do VIP�s stand in line?� Take out your passes and go to the front of the line.� You don�t stand in lines here!� Come on, follow me.�� He took us to the front of the line and the security guy stopped what he was doing as soon as he saw our special passes.� He let us in immediately.� We slowly made our way down Main Street USA and Penelope wanted to stop in every shop.� I thought we needed to check in to our room first, but when the lady at the register saw our passes, she said, �Hello Mr. Hunt and Ms. Adams.� You are already checked in and I can have your purchases delivered to your room immediately if you like.�� I just thought, �This is going to be some weekend��

As we made our way around the Magic Kingdom, I watched as my 11 year old fianc� go from being an adult woman and transgress back to a little girl.� Truth be told, her excitement and joy took me back at least 20 years, too.� It completely slipped my mind that I was 25 years her senior.� We were walking around Frontier Land when I realized she couldn�t see around very well because of the crowd.� I had her stand up on a bench and I put her up on my shoulders, one leg on either side of my head.� She laughed at my idea but thought it was a great one at the same time.� She held on to my head and we began to walk�her head high above everyone else.� She made a comment that I didn�t quite catch but I heard someone else laugh about it�a woman told her husband, �That little girl just told her Dad that she feels like a kid again!�� The husband looked at Penelope and said, �That�s adorable.�

After several hours in the park, I said it would be a good idea to go check on our room and we�d come right back out.� Penelope didn�t seem to like that idea very much, but I insisted.� She still didn�t know where we were staying.� She was still on my shoulders and I said that I was going to �make a detour� through Cinderella�s castle.� She liked that idea and we headed in that direction.

Once inside, I let my guest card show and a �cast member� asked if we would like to be shown to our room.� I said, �That would be lovely; thank you.� She took us through a passage way and took us upstairs.� Penelope was off of my shoulders and wasn�t sure what was going on.� When we entered our room, she was shocked and said, �I didn�t know you could stay in the castle!�� I said that it was news to me, too.

She was exploring the room and all of its amenities; the place was decorated like it belonged in an actual princess�s castle.��� I saw our luggage had been delivered as well as the items we �purchased� from the stores.� I was impressed.� The cast member was about to leave when I stopped her.� I had noticed the stained glass windows and pointed at them, only able to say, �Ummmm�.�� She said, �Don�t worry.� We had UV proof laminate installed over them; she is safe in here.�� I breathed a sigh of relief and she said, �Her safety is assured here, Mr. Hunt.� All UV light bulbs and effects�even those on rides�have been secured.�� I said, �You guys think of everything��� And she replied, �It�s what we do.� Will there be anything else, sir?�� I said �no thank you� and she dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

I turned to see what Penelope was doing.� She was bouncing into my arms�that�s what.� When I first caught site of her, she was already in the air and inches from me.� I barely had time to react before she made impact on me, sending me backwards and nearly tackling me.� She covered my face in kisses and was ecstatic with joy.� She looked me in the face from very close range�the tips of our noses touching and she said, �I don�t know how you did all of this!� I don�t know how you did this and I don�t want to know.� Don�t you ever tell me how you did this!� Promise me?�� I promised her and she hugged me around the neck so tight that I thought she might break my neck.� But I didn�t stop her.� Eventually she released her hold on me and she got down.� Ready to go back out, she went to the door and waited for me.� I didn�t make her wait more than a second and we were out for more fun.

The night was going to start turning into morning soon.� An announcement was made that the sun would be breaking dawn in 30 minutes and guests were asked to begin making their way to the exits.� We were not going to be exiting the park, however.� We were staying inside!� We made our way to Cinderella�s Palace and went to the suite upstairs.� We walked in and put the �do not disturb� sign on the door and closed it.� She hugged me again as tight as she could.� She was laughing at first and her laughter slowly turned to tears.

Before long, she was crying�sobbing�really.� I asked her what was the matter and she blubbered, �I�m�.just�so�ha�ppy�!�� I held her for a long while as she calmed down.� Soon we were just standing there silently embracing.� I was so in love with her I couldn�t believe the intensity was possible.� For me, there was nothing else in existence than who I had right there in that room.� She finally broke the silence and said, �I want to go to bed now.�� I asked, �Today really tired you out, huh?�� She looked up at me and said, �Not even a little bit.�� She winked at me and I knew what she meant.

I put on some soft music and we slowly and ceremoniously undressed each other.� When we were naked, I asked her if I could �have this dance�.� She smiled and took my hand in hers; placing her other hand on my shoulder.� I put my other hand on the small of her back and drew her to me tight.� We danced until the song finished which only took a minute or so since we caught the song in the middle.� I led her to our bed and held her hand as she sat down and lied back.� I moved to her side and we began to kiss, allowing our hands to explore.

After taking our time caressing each other, she decided she was ready and took the lead.� She had me lie on my back and she straddled herself over me.� Not wasting any time, she backed herself up and my growing cock was gliding in the folds of her little vagina; massaging her clitoris.� When she could tell that I was hard enough, she lifted herself up, reached under, grabbed my dick, and placed the head at the opening of her little pussy.� She let go of my cock and had both hands on my shoulders.� She began moving her hips in circles and slowly lowered herself onto my ready member.� When she got half of the way down, the circles changed to the back and forth/up and down motion and I was in heaven.

She rocked her hips in large motions and my cock was most thankful.� She leaned down and we kissed passionately.� Her hips were making smaller gyrations so that our kissing wouldn�t be �disturbed� by the motion.� After kissing for a few minutes, she began to sit back up, only this time she was sitting straight up and she had her hands on my hip bones for support.� I was getting up inside of her pretty deep in this position and she was enjoying it a lot.� Then, she brought her legs up and put her feet flat on the bed�one on each side of my waist�and she leaned back.� Her hands were now on my knees and she was pushing down on my cock so hard that my ball sack was being stretched back, pulling the skin tight.�

She was grinding hard on me in a back and forth motion and she was looking straight up at the ceiling.� I could feel her long blond hair just touching the insides of my legs.� She moved her legs back down to the �standard� straddle position and leaned back even further.� I was looking down at the erotic site in disbelief.� I loved seeing the point where my dick disappeared into her.� Then I could almost swear that I could see the upper part of her pubic area bulge up and down as she moved as if my dick was trying to poke out of her.� She was leaning back so far that I could barely see her chin; her tits were now pointing at the ceiling.� I put one hand over her pubic area that had caught my attention and I could feel my dick far up inside of her.� She began to hum quietly and my cock was ready to commence firing.

She leaned back forward and went back to a hand on each of my shoulders.� Her smoky eyes looked lovingly into mine and she smiled sweetly with joy.� I was about to blow my orgasm, but before I did, I had something to say.� I looked deeply into her beautiful young face and I said, �I love you completely, Penelope; you are my world.�� She said, �And you are my world.� I love you so much Michael Hunt.�

She leaned down and took my face in her hands and the moment our lips touched, we had a simultaneous orgasm.� We came down from our orgasms but stayed as we were.� Then she sat up and was slowly and gently continuing to grind on me.� She then said through a slight yawn, �That was amazing��� I saw her eyes grow heavy and for the second time, I saw her fall asleep while I was still hard and buried inside of her.� This time, however, she didn�t even have time to lay herself down on me before she was out.� She began to collapse but I caught her and eased her head down to my chest.

Her head came up on me higher now.� Her cheek now rested on my shoulder.� Just as I did before, I used my fingers to comb through her silky hair and made sure it wasn�t in her face. �Before I could finish, she was drooling on me and whispering something I couldn�t make out.� It sounded like she was trying to finish what she was saying, but I wasn�t sure.� I decided not to �drill her with questions� this time.� I whispered to her, �Shhhh�it�s ok, my love. You can tell me later.� You sleep now.�� She whispered, �K�, and she was out.

I had my hands on her sides and her skin was smooth and warm.� I kissed her through her hair and I went to sleep.� As I was nodding off, the feeling of my dick being pushed out of her woke me for a few seconds and then I joined her in sleep.� At some point, she rolled off of me and to my side.� I don�t know if she was awake when she did that and I never asked her.� But I knew that she would wake up and elect to stay right there in my arms.� She almost always made up a soothing lullaby that she would quietly hum.� She had a sweet singing voice and I got to the point that I had a hard time falling asleep unless I could hear her humming.

It was mid afternoon when I started to wake up.� Penelope was humming as sweet as ever.� When she heard the change in my breathing, she whispered simply, �Hi.�� I said �hi� back to her and we kissed each other �good morning�.� Morning breath again on both of us�neither of us cared.� We got up and decided to wash ourselves down.� We had a decision to make, though.� Do we get in the large garden tub, or the shower that was big enough for 10 people?

We decided on the shower; opting to reserve the tub for later when we would make good use of it.� The shower was so big you couldn�t call it a shower stall; it was a shower room.� The shower heads covered the ceiling and when you turned it on it was like standing out in the rain; only the rain was warm.� The walls were not just some plain tile, either.� Instead, it was covered in a waterproof wrap that was the photo quality image of a scene in a forest.� In all respects, it felt like we were standing in the woods during a warm, heavy rain.� It was very sensual and romantic.� The irony of it was that a kid could shower in there and it would just be �fun�.

We took turns washing each other slowly and gently.� I had spent a lot of time looking at Penelope�s naked body since I first saw her swimming in my pool, and I was just as in awe of her form now as I ever was.� Every day she seemed more beautiful and perfect than the day before.� We finished washing each other and we just stood under the �rain� and held one another for a while.

When it was time to get out, she looked up at me and puckered her lips for a kiss.� I bent down to kiss her and noticed I didn�t have to bend down as far as I did when we first started dating.� She still stood up on her toes and I always loved when she did that.� I turned the water off and she began toweling me dry.� I helped her dry off and I even used the blow drier to dry her hair for her.� I used her brush to come it out and loved how silky and shinny her pale yellow strands were.

We finally got dressed and we ordered room service.� After hanging up the phone, I realized I was about to repeat a mistake I made just the day before.� I went over to the second bed, and I pulled the sheets almost completely off of it.� Penelope just nodded her head and said, �Yeah�good idea.�� To complete the effect, she moved some of her things to the other side of the unused bed to make it appear that she had slept there.� When the knock came on the door, she sat on �her bed� as the cast member brought our food in to us.� He set the tray down on the table and asked if there was anything else he could get for us.� We both said �no thank you� and he said to enjoy our meals and left.� We ate like we were starving because�we were.� Afterwards, we felt much better and couldn�t wait for the sun to go down.

Penelope and I were back out in the park the very minute it was safe for her.� We picked up where we left off earlier that morning; going to see the things we didn�t get to yet.� We went on the Grand Prix ride and Penelope had so much fun �driving� that we went on it again right away.� Both times we �raced� each other.� The first time I let her win and the second time her car was faster than mine and she beat me easily.� She teased me for the rest of the day that she was a better driver than I was and I just said she was a natural.

Next we went on Space Mountain and it was a race to see which was going to burst first: her lungs or my ear drums.� Looking over the map, I saw something that I had forgotten about and I knew she would love it.� Next stop: the carrousel of progress.� Once again, being the history buff she is, she loved seeing how the stage was set with the antique appliances and how they were presented as being modern.� And after the automaton explained why things couldn�t be better because of all of the �modern� gadgets, the seating would rotate around the stage to go to the next great era in time with all of the newer and better technology.� It was like a little trip through time.

We continued our tour of Disney and made sure to stop and see everything.� We went on every ride Disney had�some of them many times�and saw every exhibit.� I think Penelope�s favorite exhibit was the hall of presidents; she loves her history�� We didn�t always use our pass to skip the front of the line; sometimes Penelope just wanted to stand in line and talk to people if she thought they looked interesting.

We were both getting pretty hungry but didn�t want �junk food�.� So we went back to our room and put on some nice clothes.� She fixed up her hair and put on a little makeup.� When she came out of the bathroom, she looked amazing.� You couldn�t tell that just 30 minutes ago she was on Thunder Mountain Railroad and doing her best to make me a deaf man.

We went to the nice restaurant located at the front part of Main Street USA.� When we walked in, the hostess asked for our reservation.� I sheepishly said we didn�t have one and then she noticed Penelope with me.� She asked, �Oh�are you Mr. Hunt and Ms. Adams?�� I said that we were and she said, �I have your reservations right here; come this way.�� There must have been dozens of people looking at us wondering why we just went ahead of them.� There was a table that was out of the way that had a reserve placard on it.� The hostess removed the placard and seated us.� Before she walked away, our waiter was at the table getting our drink orders and handing us menus.� He left and came back with our drinks almost instantly.� He stepped back several paces and waited until we knew what we wanted to eat and took our orders.� Once he placed our orders, I noticed he was never far away and he didn�t have another table.� He was OUR waiter.� The moment our meals were prepared, he brought them to us and we didn�t wait a second longer than necessary, I knew.

The meals were delicious and we couldn�t finish them.� But we ordered desert anyway!� When we finished eating, we felt like a couple of bloated cows.� We knew rides were a bad idea, so we went shopping.� We weren�t over doing it and taking advantage of the generous hospitality; just picking up one or two things here and there.� But then we went in to the shop with all of the hand-blown glass and crystal and something nice caught Penelope�s eye and heart.� She exclaimed in a loud whisper, almost singing, �MIIIKE!� Come see this!�

I could have been across the street and I would have been able to see what she was looking at.� It was a large model of Cinderella�s Palace and it was 100% crystal.� She couldn�t take her eyes off of it and said in awe, �It�s so beautiful�it�s our castle!�� I said, �You really like it?� She nodded and said, �I love it.� It�s gorgeous.�� I said, �Then let�s get it.�� She looked up at me and said, �Mike: it�s $50,000!�� I jokingly asked, �So should we get two of them, then?�� She said, �I�m serious.� We can�t buy this!�� I just replied, �We�ll charge it�� and I held up my VIP card.

Not needing to introduce myself after spotting the card, the lady behind the counter said, �We will actually deliver that item to your home, Mr. Hunt�to avoid the possibility of it breaking on your way home.�� Penelope was in a mild state of shock and was still whispering, �Mike; we can�t.� That�s not right to take advantage��� I said, �You heard what was said�their worst day of the year was turned into the best day of the year because of my idea.� And my idea came about solely because of you.� Believe me: Disney is not losing money by giving this to you as a gift.� Think about it�the banner out front; the reservation we didn�t make; the room�need I go on?� They are beyond grateful and they want you to have it.�

The lady chimed in, �He�s right Ms. Adams.� We were all given direction: you get what you truly desire, no matter the cost.�� Her eyes welled up and she hugged me tight.� The lady asked for me to confirm the address the castle would be delivered to and I wrote it down for her and thanked her.� She said it was her pleasure to actually get to meet us and an honor to serve us.

We continued shopping but Penelope didn�t buy much after that.� She was in shock still and it took a while for her to snap out of it.� Our food had settled and we went back to our room, changed back into casual attire and then went back to the rides and attractions.� We watched light parades and fireworks that were going off regularly all night.� She marveled at the light show that danced all night on �our� castle.� Even I had to admit it was really spectacular.� We stopped frequently and had our picture taken by the photographers.� We posed with all of the characters when we saw them.� I was amazed at how this young woman, who was so grown up at home, could forget herself and be young again.� She was acting her age for once and it didn�t even bother me to see my fianc� as a little girl.� I knew the real her�she was a grownup�and she was just living a lifelong fantasy.

There was an hour left before the sun would come up, but Penelope said she wanted to go back to our castle.� I made sure she was feeling ok and we headed back.� We got to our chamber (as we started calling it) and she confessed that she just wanted to cuddle up with me.� She was having so much fun seeing and talking to all of those people, but we had to be mindful of our own interactions.� We couldn�t kiss or be affectionate.� Kids that might see could get the wrong idea and think that behavior was ok for them to do with adults.� That was never discussed between us; we just knew it.� Some things in this world didn�t need to be said.� She told me that she loved me, that she doesn�t get tired of saying it and I told her the same thing.� Some things in this world don�t need to be said, but we love saying them anyway.

We decided to test the garden tub out.� She started the water and poured in some fragrant bubble bath.� We undressed and got in after the water was getting deep and there were large volumes of bubbles.� She accidentally found the Jacuzzi switch and the pumps whirred to life.� We held each other and enjoyed the jets of water massaging us.� I was feeling very relaxed and my eyes started to get heavy.� She didn�t want me falling asleep just yet, so she faced me and sat on my lap, our bodies pressed together.� That woke me up.

I loved how her young tits looked.� They stood out from her chest proudly as if she were wearing an invisible bra.� I picked up two handfuls of bubbles and used them to massage her perfect breasts.� I was amazed at how they could be so firm and yet soft at the same time and I told her what I thought of them.� My cock had already risen to the occasion, but Penelope had it pinned between us.� She was gently rubbing herself on it by rocking her hips against it.� I could feel her still soft wisps of pubic hair tickling the underside of my erection.� I held her by her sides on the same level as her incredible tits and I had a thumb on each nipple.� I was playing with and massaging her breasts and would occasionally let one hand go around to her back and let my fingers trace her spine down to the top of her butt and back up again.� Her hands were down on my waist and her legs were wrapped around me.

She took my face in her hands and we kissed.� Our tongues greeted each other and socialized for a while.� There was not a hint of lust in our kissing; it was the kiss of truelove.� I let my hands slowly slide down her sides and to her hips.� Her hips seemed wider than they were just a month ago.� I cupped my hands under her little ass and I pulled her up, freeing my cock that was still trapped between us.� My raging �cast member� sprung back and was right in line with her vagina.� She nodded quickly and I let her back down.� My cock found its happy place in the woman that was just a little 11 year old girl (but almost 12) only 45 minutes ago.� Slippery from the massive amount of bubble bath, our bodies glided together; seemingly frictionless.� Once again, we were the only two people in the world�

For our third and final night of �Disney in the Dark�, we went back and hit all of our favorite attractions.� We elected to stand in a lot of lines because Penelope was enjoying striking conversations with strangers in line.� She was a natural conversationalist, too: she was able to talk about anything and she always sounded well informed.� Without exception, people were always impressed by her.� How could they NOT be impressed?

When there were just a few hours left to the night, we went back to our �chamber� so we could collect our things and be ready to go before first light.� We were in the middle of packing when the phone rang.� The lady on the other end asked me to call the desk when we were ready to check-out and she would have someone collect our bags to be delivered to our limo.� I told her that would be much appreciated and thanked her.

When all of our things were packed, I made the call and the receptionist said someone would be up soon but that we didn�t have to wait; we could check-out any time we were ready.� Before leaving our �palace chamber� for the last time, Penelope hugged me�the side of her face pressed into my chest�and said in a sweet whisper, �I don�t know how you did it.� But this weekend was my impossible fantasy made to come true.� I had the best time of my life�thank you so much, Mike��� I said, �Let�s just say I was fortunate enough to know that nothing is impossible if you know what you really want.� You just have to find a way to make it happen and that�s all I did.� And I had the time of my life watching you enjoy it.�

She looked up at me and asked, �And what exactly is it that you really want, Mike Hunt?�� I looked her in the eyes and said, �To make you as happy as I can every day for the rest of my life.�� She put her face back to my chest and said, �Well then, you still have a perfect record.�� A moment later there was a knock at the door.� We broke our embrace and I answered it.

A young guy was dressed up like the prince�s servant from Cinderella and he said he was there to get our things if we were ready.� I said that we were ready and thanked him.� We went downstairs and, for reasons I don�t know, was surprised when I didn�t have to actually check-out at a desk.� We walked out the front of the palace and were met with a horse-drawn carriage that looked just like the one in the cartoon.� Penelope was ushered into the carriage and I got in behind her.� I had expected to be walking to get to the monorail�� We rode to the front of the park like royalty.� Everyone saw we were getting the VIP treatment; other than those we talked to in lines, almost no one knew who we were.� Penelope recognized many of the people in the crowd, of course.

The carriage took us as far as it could go and we departed, took the monorail to the parking lot and Mr. D. was there waiting for us (all coordinated by texts message�).� I was stunned to learn that our things were already in the limo: we left before they did.� But of course, Disney has all of those underground passages that enable them to move things quickly�� I had expected that Penelope might look out the back window as we drove away, but she didn�t.� Perhaps she didn�t want to remember the site of us leaving.� Instead, she blackened the windows, rested her head in my lap, and started humming softly.� I stroked her hair as always and fell asleep after the car�s course and speed steadied, indicating we were on the highway.� I was sleeping sitting up, but some-what reclined and Penelope continued resting her head in my lap.� We stayed that way for hours.

I was starting to wake up and my internal clock suggested it must be around mid afternoon.� And I knew that I wasn�t waking on my own accord; I was being woken up�gently.� For a moment I thought Penelope was still resting her head in my lap, but then realized that wasn�t exactly true.

My blurry eyes opened and I saw that she had somehow worked my zipper down and had my still flaccid dick in her mouth; sucking gently on it like a fleshy popsicle while looking up at me�waiting for me to wake up.� She was sitting on her knees on the floor and had moved between my legs.� My eyes were opening much wider now and she took my dick out of her mouth just long enough to say, �Wake up, sleepy head.� Did you have a nice nap?�� I shook my head �yes� and said, �But the waking up was much better.�

She was back to sucking on me and my dick was responding quickly.� She never took her smoky eyes off me and she knew how much I loved that.� Since her first, amazing, BJ on me, she had only improved her skills.� She didn�t even need her hands.� My shorts were getting in her way and she grabbed them by the sides and started tugging on them.� I lifted myself up to assist her and she had them off of me without ever taking my now completely hard cock out of her mouth.

She wasn�t even 12 yet and her blow job skills were second to none!� She began to bob her head up and down on me painfully slow at first.� I never took my eyes off of hers and I loved the shape her lips and cheeks made as she sucked on my cock.� She used the tip of her tongue to tickle the bottom of my dick on the sensitive part were the shaft meets the head.� She did this thing that I loved where she would lick that spot once, fast and hard, with the tip of her tongue.� The result was that it would push my dick away from her face for a second, but then it would bounce right back to her mouth.� And before my dick was going to smack her in the face, she did the motion with her tongue again, sending it bouncing away once more.� She could bounce it like she was dribbling a basket ball.� As a matter of fact, she called it �dribbling� and she sometimes made a game of it to see how many times she could do it before my cock hit her in the mouth or nose.� If she got �hit�, she had to take me back into her mouth and deep throat me.� These were her own rules; not mine.� It was just for �fun�.� Sometimes I was certain that she let herself get hit on purpose, but I never called her on it.

I could feel my orgasm was building and I let her know.� She swallowed my cock in a hurry.� All I could see was some of my pubic hair and her forehead resting on my pelvis.� She had complete control over her gag reflexes by now and was bobbing her head in fractions of an inch and at fractions of a second.� I could feel her tongue moving independently of her jaw and bobbing and she began humming in anticipation.� I told her it was coming and she pulled back until just the tip of the head was past her lips and the tip of her tongue was dancing around and across the hole.� I said, �I�m cumming!� and she took in the rest of my head just as cum shot into her mouth.

She made humming �Mmm� sounds like it was the best tasting stuff on earth.� Once my orgasm was past, she showed me how much she collected in her mouth and it was an amazing vision.� More sperm was oozing from my dick and she stuck out her tongue to collect it without even swallowing what she had first.� She collected it in the little cup her tongue could make, but as she did, some of my cum dripped down from the corner of her mouth.� Penelope swallowed my load and used her finger to collect and scoop up what was trying to escape.� With her finger covered in white sperm cells, she put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.� I said, �Oh my God, baby!� That was great!�� She agreed and said, �Yes it was!�� Then she added, �So, now that I�ve had my appetizer, when do we eat?�� I said, �Baby: if you were hungry, you didn�t have to do that to get my attention�you could have just said something!�� She said, �Oh I know.� I WANTED to do that.� I love the way it tastes and I know you enjoy it, too.� Besides, you more than earned it!�� I hit the intercom switch and told Mr. D. to find a place to eat.� Before I could release the switch, Penelope added, �Burgers!�� I told him to find a nice burger place and he said, �Very good, sir.�

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful�for our standards, anyway.� We stayed the night in a nicer hotel that night and we, of course, made Love again.� And when we got home, even though we were sad that the vacation was over, it was good to be home.� The next day there was someone at the door.� It turned out to be the guy delivering Penelope�s crystal palace.� He even came in to unpack it and put it in the large curio in the foyer.� From that day forward, Penelope never walked past it without looking at it.� Sometimes I would catch her standing in front of it with her face inches away�studying it�remembering when�� I would stop and look at it, too, from time to time.� It took me a while to notice that I never saw a speck of dust on it.� I knew it wasn�t a magic, dust repelling crystal palace: Penelope just wouldn�t allow dust to settle on it�simple as that.

We spent the rest of the day just lounging together, resting, and talking about the past weekend.� We relived every wonderful moment.� At some point, I realized that we could never open the curtains during the day and that made our home feel closed in and claustrophobic.� I started kicking myself for not having that thought months ago!� I made one phone call and that would be remedied tomorrow.� The next morning, a small work truck showed up and two guys got out and got to work.� I had them install UV laminate on all of the windows on the house.� Penelope asked what was going on and I said, �Aren�t you tired of looking at curtains and painted over windows?� I think it�s time for you to be able to actually look out your windows and see the world outside, don�t you?�� She was excited but then confronted me half heartedly saying, �Yeah, that would be great.� But Mike, that stuff is expensive.� Where are you getting all of this money?�

I tried to play it off like it wasn�t �that� expensive but then she said, �VAMP 01?� As in vampire 01?� I know you are keeping something big from me Mr. Hunt and I have my eyes on you.� �She always called me �Mr. Hunt� when she knew I was up to something.� I said, �Oh, you finally noticed that�busted.� OK: there is ONE thing I haven�t told you.� But I have my reason and I promise I will tell you when the time is right. It�s not anything bad�I�m not holding up banks or anything.� But for now it has to be a little secret.� OK?� Please trust me on this?�� She gave me a sideward smile from one side of her mouth and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.� She didn�t say anything.� Instead, she pointed at her eyes with her pointer and middle finger and then pointed at my eyes in the same way.� �I�m watching you� was the hand gesture, and she let it go.

By the end of the day, the guys finished the windows and they tested it from inside with some special instruments.� The real test was Penelope, though.� She was able to stand in front of her windows in the middle of the day with the curtains pulled back and not get burned�money well spent.� She loved looking out the windows during the day; there was just so much more going on when the sun was up.� I had to start pretending to go back to work and she went back to teaching her online college courses.� Things returned back to normal (for us) and time began to pass quickly.� While I was at �my job� one day, I realized this had to stop.� I loved being able to make plans for our dates, but I didn�t like being dishonest with her.� But I couldn�t tell her about the lottery until after we were married.� And that gave me an idea.� Her birthday was coming up and I told her that I wanted to do on that day.� She loved the idea and said she was going to ask me about doing the same thing�we were so in tune.

It was Penelope�s 12th birthday and we had a small get together for her.� She was years past wanting a birthday party; that was kid�s stuff.� We took the opportunity to officially announce our engagement.� Rick looked at me knowingly and got up out of his seat and walked straight over to me.� I thought he was going to punch me for sure but I wasn�t going to flinch if he did.

To my surprise, he took my hand, shook it with his tight grip and congratulated me.� �You couldn�t have found a better girl, you lucky bastard.�� I told him that I was more than well aware of that and that I was truly the luckiest bastard that ever walked upright.� He laughed and slapped me on the back.� He knew that Penelope wasn�t just a little toy to me; that I wasn�t just going to use her up and toss her away when I got tired of her.� No: he saw that I was genuinely in love with his daughter and that I was going to be there for her no matter what.

Lori asked when I proposed and we admitted it was several months ago but we weren�t ready to announce it until now.� Penelope was now showing off her engagement ring to her Mom.� Lori asked in exasperation, �Is that REAL?�� Penelope just nodded while beaming.� �Rick!� Get over here and look at this RING!�� Rick looked over and then had to get a closer look.� He walked over, looked at Penelope�s ring and then back up to me.� �Jesus Christ, Mike: did you rob a bank?�� It was Rick�s way of saying �nice ring, Mike�.� �Rick!� Stop swearing!� Lori scolded.

We all talked for a while and soon it was time for Rick and Lori to go home.� Lori was already in the SUV and Rick, as always, was having the parting words.� �Hey: lucky bastard�don�t you go knocking up my daughter just yet!� She might legally be an adult, but she�s still too young to be having kids.�� �DAAAAD!� Penelope yelled at her father.� �GO HOME!�� Rick just laughed, got in the SUV and they were gone.

Penelope said to me, �I can�t believe he called you a bastard�twice.�� I started to say that it was ok and not to worry about it and she said, �No.� That�s not what I mean.� He only calls his best friends �bastard.�� If he calls you a �shit head�, you are on his list.� And if he calls you �asshole� you are moments away from a mouth full of knuckles.�� I thought back to my first conversation with Rick when he had called me an asshole�thinking I was only interested in his daughter because she was 11 at the time.� I didn�t remember exactly what I had said, but I guessed it was the right thing.� I changed the subject.� I said, �So, now that we have announced our engagement, should we start thinking about setting a date or are you not ready yet?� Penelope looked at me and said, �I don�t want to wait.� I would marry you right now, tonight, if I could.�� I nodded in agreement because I didn�t want to wait any longer either.� I said, �Then we have work to do.�

We started outlining all of the things we had to get done before we could be married.� A big hurdle was going to be getting licenses.� With her age, we knew it was going to be more than a few eyebrows getting raised.� The cops might even show up in the marriage license office.� I called my lawyer, Joe, and gave him the full story about Penelope.� He was quiet and took it all in.� He said that, as my lawyer, he would help me in any way he could.� But he would appreciate it if he could meet with both of us before he started moving on this issue.

I knew where his head was and told him I had no problem with that.� We met with Joe later that week and it didn�t take him long to figure out Penelope wasn�t just some average preteen girl.� We even brought copies of her diplomas and, most importantly, her files documenting her as an adult.� He asked if he could make copies of those files and before he could finish asking, Penelope was handing them over.� He went over them carefully and was only about half of the way through when he had his secretary collecting them to make copies for his files.� He looked at us and said, �I�ll be honest with you: this might not be easy.� Strictly by the letter of the law, you shouldn�t have a problem.� But I know people; you are going to be given the riot act if and when you go in to apply for a marriage license.� They are going to take one look at the two of you and it will get really ugly, really fast, I promise you.�

Penelope was looking worried and I said, �So, what do we do?�� He said, �Don�t go in there without me.� I�ll go in first with all of Penelope�s documentation and basically warn them that her young age may be shocking to them, but that you are a doctor in psychology and a legal adult.� They will probably want to throw me out, but I�ll be prepared for that; don�t you worry.� Once they calm down and accept reality, I�ll bring you in to fill out and sign the applications.�

Having never been married before, we both asked in unison, �Applications?�� Penelope continued, �If it�s an application we are filling out, doesn�t that mean it can be turned down?�� Joe said, �Yes, it does.� And I actually hope they do turn it down.�� I was an instant away from firing my lawyer on the spot when he finished by saying, �Because if they do we will sue them for age discrimination, causing you undue mental anguish, stress and anxiety and about a hundred other things I can think of off the top of my head.� That would be an easy case to win!� But, I�m certain it will not come to that.� They might not like it, but they will approve it.�� He asked when would be a good time for us to get the applications and I said any time between right now and�right now is good.� He laughed and said, �Ok; I get it.� Let me get some things together and we�ll make this happen really soon.� Ok?�� We thanked him as we got up to leave and I shook his hand.

Penelope and I both felt a little sick after our meeting with Joe.� We hadn�t even considered the possibility of being told �no�.� But we tried to stay positive and put our trust in Joe.� Two days later, Joe called me and said he was prepared to go and we arranged to meet.� We showed up to the court house (thankfully it was open 24 hours) and he said to stay outside until he came to get us.� We waited for what seemed an eternity in the parking lot.� I�m not sure if either of us took a breath while he was in there for what was at least an hour and a half.

Finally, Joe came out and ushered us inside.� I was nervous.� Penelope seemed scared.� Eyes everywhere narrowed and looked at me with hate and venom.� We were each given a form to fill out; the woman was really short and snippy with me.� With Penelope, she just seemed resigned.� I wanted to say something but Joe just held up his hand as if to say �don�t; just let it go�.� I followed his advice.� We filled the forms in silence and gave them to the woman who looked them over briefly.� She shook her head in disgust and said as she was walking away, �Six weeks.�� Penelope asked, �Six weeks?� What about six weeks?�� The woman stopped and turned to face her, one hand on her hip, and answered, �You will get a license or disapproval in the mail in six weeks.�� Penelope said, �Oh.� Ok.� Thank you.�� I said �thanks� and she just snorted at me in disgust.

Joe ushered us out of the building and I sarcastically said, �Well, that went good.�� Penelope said, �That was awful!� She was so mean to you; I wanted to punch her in her old saggy boob!�� I laughed at her comment and Joe said, �You should have seen that room while you were out here in the parking lot.� They wanted to lynch me after I said you were 12.�� Penelope didn�t feel any better about the experience in there and finally I took her by the hand and stopped her.� I said, �Baby, they don�t know me; they don�t know you; they don�t know US.� They are ignorant and are only acting upon decades of a single mindset.� They don�t see you�the real you�because they have blinders on.� It�s not even their fault.� We talked about this on the beach; you remember, I know.�� She said, �Yeah, I know.� I just didn�t realize it would be that hard to deal with.�� I hugged her to me and she hugged me back.� Joe said he was going to get going and to call him if he could be of any more help and to let him know what happens in six weeks.

The next six weeks were the longest six weeks in our lives.� We wondered every day if we would be approved or not.� Regardless of the uncertainty, we planned our wedding anyway.� It was going to be a very small, private wedding for obvious reasons.� We decided that we could have a larger wedding �down the road� someday if we wanted to.

We were having trouble finding someone to perform the ceremony, however.� It wasn�t like we could just go announcing to every pastor or priest that we wanted to get married.� They would understand about as well as the women in the court house and I�d be burned at the stake for sure.� And we couldn�t book a venue until we had someone to marry us.� It wouldn�t due to walk up the altar and have no one there to perform the ceremony!� This was a serious problem.� I came home from �work� one day (�work� mostly consisted of finding someone to marry us now) and when I checked the mail, there was an envelope from the city court house.� I knew immediately what it was.

I hurried inside and told the Love of my life that the letter we had been waiting for was here.� She looked at the envelope and I could she was scared.� We opened it together and pulled the contents out.� We looked half stunned at the marriage licenses in our hands; we were approved.� Penelope jumped into my arms and erupted in laughter and tears of joy.� We squeezed each other so tight we couldn�t breathe�or maybe it was just the excitement of the moment�� We celebrated like never before.

The very next day, I was �at work� in a place where I used to eat lunch when I actually DID work and realized I hadn�t told Joe the good news.� I called and let him know we were approved and he congratulated us and said that he �prepared for the lawsuit for nothing�.� I laughed at his joke and thanked him again for his help.� After I got off of the phone, I started wondering if he had really been joking�� But no matter: I had a bigger issue to contend with.

I was researching on my phone for someone when I heard a familiar voice: �Holy fuck sticks!� Douche bag?� Where the fuck have you been?�� I didn�t have to look up to know my �buddy� Greg had just walked in the door.� Everyone was looking at him and me; he didn�t care.� I said, �Hey, Greg.� How�s it going?�� He said, �Oh, you know: same shit as always�work sucks the big cock; my wife and girlfriend won�t get along� you know�� So where the fuck are you working now?�� I said, �You wouldn�t believe me if I told you.�� I could see he wasn�t going to leave any time soon and I had to �get back to work� so I said, �Listen, it�s good seeing you, but I�m really in the middle of something big right now��� He said, �Oh yeah?� Whacha working on?� How do get a bigger dildo up your ass?�

It was painfully obvious that he was going to keep this up until I told him what I was doing so I said, �If you have to know, I�m getting married.�� He responded, �Holy fucking shit!� It�s the chick that had her cunt cream on you dick that day, isn�t it?� Did you knock her up?!�� I begged him to lower his voice.� Some people were staring, the rest were taking their food to go.� He neither noticed nor cared.� I said, �No, she isn�t pregnant.� We are just having trouble finding someone that will marry us.�

I�m not sure why I said that; perhaps it was because I was distracted from those looking at us because of his loud, over the top language.� I was looking around at all of the eyes on us and he was staring straight at me with his face more serious now and chewing his large wad of gum with his mouth open.� Finally he said, �Why?�� He continued smacking on his gum and waiting for an answer.� I said, �Why what?�� He said, �Why are you having trouble finding someone to marry you?� She�s underage, isn�t she?� I knew it you motherfucker��� I said, �Shhhh�� She is not underage.�� He challenged, �Then why are you whispering?�� I yelled in a whisper, �I�m not whispering!� Will you shut the fuck up?�� He kept looking at me and smacking his gum.� I finally said in a hushed tone, �Listen, I will tell you about her, but I swear to Christ if you say anything loud enough for anyone in this place to hear you, I�ll make sure you leave here in a body bag and that is no bullshit!�� He said quietly �ok� and waited for me to talk.

I said, �Her name is Penelope Adams.� She is probably the smartest woman you might ever meet.� She has a bachelor�s and a doctorates degree; both from Harvard.� And she earned them both by the age of ten!�� Before I could continue, he interrupted me saying, �Dude, I recognize that name.� I�ve heard it somewhere before.�� I looked at him blankly, not knowing what to think.� Then he said, �Wait, I know where I heard that name.� A buddy of mine was taking a class on line last summer and he told me about the professor teaching the class�said I had to come see her.� It was a professor Adams and I�m pretty sure he said her name was Penelope.�� Then he said in a hushed whisper, �Fuck�dude!� She was like 12 or some shit!� Are you getting married to a little girl?!�� I whispered excitedly, �NO!� It�s not like that!� She is an adult�legally.� Look, it�s really complicated and I can�t explain it right now�in here.�� Then he said at a perfectly normal level, �No, I think I get it.� That chick was smart.� I watched part of her lecture and I couldn�t understand a word she was talking about.� So, you are like one of those guys that are attracted to a girls brains and shit; that�s cool.� I like them for their tits, but that�s me.�� Then he had a recollection and said, �Man�you had SEX with her!� You dog, you!�� I said, �Seriously, I�m not into little kids.� She is young but she is not a kid.� You really have to meet her to know what I�m talking about.� Ok?�� He said, �OK!� I�ll do it!�

I looked at him and thought �there is no way I�m letting you meet her�, but only said, �You�ll do what?�� Then he completely shocked me when he said, �I�ll marry you guys.�� All I could manage to say was, �Say what?�� He repeated, �I�ll do it: I�ll perform your marriage ceremony for you.�� I said, �You can�t you goon.� You have to be a licensed minister to make it legal.�� He reached into his back pocket, produced his wallet and pulled out a pocket sized document.� He handed it to me and said, �You mean like this?�� I took the business card sized document and it basically said that, Greg, the crassest person I knew, was an ordained minister in some religion I never heard of and was certain he made up.

He smiled and said, �I�m an ordained fucking minister, bitch!�� I said, �Is this for real?�� He responded simply with a �YUP�.� I looked at his license for a few moments and considered the possibilities.� I couldn�t imagine this idiot marrying us, but my options were limited.� Finally I asked, �If this is legit, you�ll do the ceremony?�� He said, �Sure. Who else is going to let me marry them?�� He had a point there.� I called Joe and told him what I just stumbled into.� He had me wait a few minutes and when he came back, he verified that Greg was in fact an ordained minister and could marry Penelope and me legally.

I hung up the phone and I said, �Ok: listen Greg. �IF we use you, you can NOT swear at our wedding!� I mean it!� This is really important to us and if you fuck it up you�re going to find out really fast if this religion of yours is the truth or not!�� He understood me clearly and dropped his usual dialogue.� He said, �Mike, I can be serious when it�s important.� I wouldn�t act like that on your day.� I like swearing: I think it is funny.� But I can put it on hold when I want.� Let me do this for you guys.� I promise you won�t be sorry.�� I said, �Give me your number and let me talk to Penelope.�� He dropped right back into typical Greg: �FUCK YEAH!!!!�� I looked at him sternly and he said, �I�m just messing with you!�� Don�t get your panties in a bunch.�� We talked a few minutes and it was time for him to get back to work.� Before he left I said, �Hey Greg, one more thing.� Don�t tell anyone the details about Penelope?� Most people wouldn�t understand, you know?�� He said, �Yeah, Mike; I know.� Don�t worry.� I won�t say anything.�� It was reassuring that he said it seriously; I knew he would keep his word.

After �work� I went home and couldn�t wait to tell my bride-to-be the potentially good news.� She saw that I was excited and she asked about my day at work.� I told her it went great and how I may have accidentally found our �minister�.� She was really excited to hear that news.� I warned her about how he could be, but that I believed he would �behave� at the wedding and she said, �I don�t give a rat�s ass if he does swear!� If he can legally marry us, then he can do what he wants!�� I said, �Trust me: don�t tell him that!�� She understood and was only half-joking anyway.� I called Greg and told him he had a gig and he was pretty excited.� But he managed to not shout obscenities as per usual.� I was feeling better about the decision now.

Penelope and I already had a few venues picked out and we just started calling them to see who had the earliest available date.� One of our favorite places was an outdoor garden park and they said they had the following Saturday open from 4:00 to �whenever�.� I said ink us in for then.� But we wouldn�t be starting until after dark and briefly explained why.� They said that wasn�t a problem because they had plenty of lighting.

The next day I went and paid for the time slot.� They had chairs and tables and all matter of wedding necessities available and because it was such a small wedding, they would just set it up for us before they left.� I looked at the area where in less than two weeks I would be getting married to the only woman I would ever love.� I was trying to envision her walking down the aisle when something hit me like a ton of bricks.� �SHIT�, I thought to myself��She doesn�t have a dress!� How did we both miss that?!�� Neither of us had thought of it and now we had a problem and it was a big one.

I went home and told Penelope the venue was taken care of but that we were in trouble because we missed something that should have been obvious.� She asked me concerned, �What could we have missed?� We have everything!�� I said, �We don�t have a gown for you.�� She said, �Oh, that.� Don�t worry: I�ll just throw something together.�� I said, �Oh come on!� You want to walk down the aisle in a nice dress, don�t you?�� She said, �Honestly, I could wear a bathrobe and it would be fine with me.� No, it�s fine; I�ll just dress up something I have a bit and that will be good enough for me, really.�� I asked if she was sure and she said she was more than certain.� I was a bit disappointed because I�d like to have seen her in a beautiful gown.� But as I thought about it, she was right.� As long as we could be married, it didn�t really matter.

The next week went fast because I had so much to do.� I picked up my tux that had been fitted for me several weeks ago and it fit perfectly.� I made sure the cake was going to be ready and the multitude of things that go into even the smallest of weddings.

The night before we were due to get married, I stayed over at my house since it�s �bad luck� to see the bride the day of the wedding before she walks down the aisle.� Penelope�s parents came over and spent the night with her.� I was so excited that I had a hard time sleeping so I busied myself with clearing cobwebs from the corners of all the rooms in my house.� I hadn�t realized that it had been so long since I stayed the night there.� Finally tired enough to sleep, I plopped down into my old bed and a cloud of dust puffed into the air.� �I have to get over here and clean this place properly�, I thought before falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke early and was too excited to stay home.� I got in the car and headed out.� Mr. D. already knew the plan for that day so it wasn�t necessary to call him again with orders.� But I couldn�t help calling to ask if the car was ready.� He said �of course, sir� and I apologized for questioning him; that I was just excited.� He understood.� I called Greg around 11:00 to see if he was ready and I could tell I just woke him up.� I said, �Get your lazy ass out of bed, motherfucker!� You have a fucking wedding to perform today.� Now go brush the cum out of your teeth from whatever guy that was you blew at the gay bar last night and get ready?� You got me?!�� He laughed and joked, �I didn�t know anyone saw us, you perverted peeping Tom.�� I hung up the phone, confident he was awake and getting ready.

When I showed up to the garden park, I was an hour early for our time slot which started at 4:00 and my bride wouldn�t be there until dark.� I watched the new bride and groom that got married before us dance along with their guests and couldn�t wait to see my Penelope.

I walked the grounds of the gardens for a while and just tried to stop thinking about the time.� I wondered which of her dresses she would pick out.� Would she change it; add something to it, perhaps?� How would she do her hair?� I wondered.� I didn�t notice that it was getting harder to see the flowers in the fading light until the garden lights came on.� That snapped me out of my daydreaming and I knew there wasn�t much time left.� I went to the car, got my tux, and went to get changed.� By the time I was finished it was almost completely dark.

I went outside and the temperature had dropped a several degrees already.� The venue was set up for a very small wedding, just like the ladies said it would be.� Penelope�s parents were bringing the cake and all of the other refreshments; we weren�t going to need a lot�only six people total�� Greg showed up and I almost didn�t recognize him.� He was wearing a nice suit and looked professional.� We talked for a while and then her parents showed up.� They unloaded the car and wouldn�t let me help because they didn�t want me to get anything on my tux.� I asked about Penelope and they said she would be there soon.

Greg was standing under the gazebo looking at his notes stuffed into what appeared to be a small bible, but was probably anything BUT a bible.� But now was not the time to doubt him�� I went up to the �altar� and waited.� My phone chirped and I took it out to put it on �silent� when I saw it was a text from Mr. D.� It said, �5 minutes.�� Now I was really excited.� I was NEVER nervous.� Nervousness was a feeling of uncertainty and I was never so sure of anything in my life than this was what I wanted.

I heard the car pull up and I couldn�t help but turn to look.� The windows were blacked out and the car pulled up and parked on the far side of the building adjacent to us.� I waited.� Mr. D. finally came over and shook my hand while congratulating me already.� I asked how she looked and he said, �She looks very nice, sir.�� I told him to please drop the formalities and call me �Mike� for at least tonight; he was like my best man (he was our official witness) and he said �ok�.

Everyone was pulling �double duty�: Greg was minister and DJ; her parents were guests/witness/caterers; Mr. D. was the official witness and photographer.� I heard her parents come in and sit down in their chairs.� Mr. D. (Devon) stood next to me and he had a nice camera around his neck.� I was looking towards Greg, waiting, and he clicked a button that started playing �Here Comes the Bride�.� Her parents stood and we all turned around.

I was so shocked, my head was light.� The dress she wore was decidedly NOT from her wardrobe.� My mouth dropped in disbelief.� She was wearing an absolutely GORGEOUS wedding gown and it fit her perfectly.� It was strapless and from the waste up (the bodice I think it is called) was covered in elegant bead work.� The bodice was very form fitting but not ridiculously tight.� The gown was long and flowing and had a train that dragged on the ground behind her.� She wore a veil with beautiful beading on it as well.� She had on a pearl necklace that was the perfect length on her.� And she carried a bouquet of white roses.� Her hair which was normally straight was now wavy.� It was pulled up to the crown of her head with the exception of two locks that ran down from her temples in elongated spirals.� It was clearly professionally done and it was perfect.

She wore very little makeup and, again, it looked to be professionally done.� As she approached the altar, I could see little flickers of light bouncing off of her cheeks, shoulders, and chest; indicating she had a light dusting of glitter on her.� I had always thought she was the most beautiful site in the world.� But this�THIS was beyond words.� She was so beautiful and radiant that she made any of the Disney princesses at their best look like they just finished a night of turning tricks on a street corner.

She took her final few steps up to the altar and I was pretty sure my heart had stopped beating for several beats before auto-resuscitating.� She had been looking at me as she walked slowly up the aisle and she knew I more than approved; she was beaming.� When she stopped next to me, I mouthed the word �where� (as in �where did you get that gown?) and she just winked at me.� We turned to face Greg and our guests (her parents) were seated.� Greg started the ceremony and it was largely generic; I figured he probably borrowed most of it from weddings he had attended or (more likely) from movies he�d seen.� He mixed it up a bit with his brand of humor here and there, but kept it clean and non-offensive. He asked who was here to give this woman away (like the six of us didn�t know) and Rick stood up and said that he, her father, was.� When it was time for us to exchange our vows, we had prepared our own and I was to go first.

�Penelope: You are and forever will be my purpose in life.� You are the reason I can get up in the morning and the reason I can face the day.� When you are not physically by my side, I feel like a shell of a person.� Only when you are near do I feel complete.� With you near me, hours go by in a flash and without you, moments are an eternity.� Your Love and happiness are all I desire in this world and that is why I now take you to be my lawfully wedded bride.� I will hold you, cherish you and Love you completely with all I have, not just for the rest of the days of my life, but for the eternity beyond.�

�Michael: just as in a fairytale, you are my one Truelove and I knew it from the moment we first spoke.� Just the site of you sends my heart racing; your warm smile makes my head dizzy and I feel I can�t breathe.� When you are away from me, I feel lost in the woods.� When you hold me in your arms, I am secure.� You have made me happier than I could ever have imagined possible.� There is nothing I want more than to be your wife and so I now take you to be my lawfully wedded husband�my one Truelove.� I will hold you, Love you, and cherish you always�for eternity and the beyond.�

From the corner of my eye, I could see Lori crying and soaking her third or fourth tissue in tears.� Rick was fighting back his own tear, but he wasn�t winning the fight.� Greg turned to Devon and asked for the rings.� Devon pretended for a second that he couldn�t find them, but I knew him better than that�he�d probably been carrying them for three days now.� He �found� the rings and handed them to Greg.

Greg said that the ring was a special symbol for the love between two people destined for each other: the love didn�t have a beginning�it had always existed and only needed to be found.� And there was no end to that love�it just kept going around.� And that was like the ring: it had no beginning; and it had no end.� It just kept going around.� I had no idea where he got that concept�perhaps he made it up himself�but I thought it was pretty profound and I never looked at a ring the same way again.

Penelope and I exchanged our wedding bands and Greg pronounced us �man and wife�.� I was already lifting her veil before he said I could kiss my bride.� We shared our first kiss in front of anyone else and, maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel a powerful, physical connection materialize between us.� It was really difficult to put into words the way it felt.� But it was as if something inside of me, that couldn�t be seen, was partially pulled out of me and secured to her.� I could only feel the sensation for a moment and then the feeling subsided.� It was the strangest yet best feeling I ever felt.� We broke our kiss, having kept it very appropriate and Greg said, �Lady and Gentlemen: I present you, Mr. and Mrs. Michael Hunt!�

We walked arm in arm back down the aisle as man and wife and we couldn�t have been happier.� The others followed us to the small hall and we took a few pictures, had cake, and had our first dance.� Devon gave a nice speech and toasted us.� We sat down to eat and I still couldn�t get over how beautiful she was in her wedding gown.� I said, �Ok: you have to tell me.� Where did you get that dress and how did you do it without me knowing?�

Penelope said simply, �From her.�� She indicated her Mom and I thought I knew what she was saying but didn�t see it as possible.� I said, �That can�t be.� Your Mom is taller than you; that dress wouldn�t have fit her when she married your Dad.� Besides, I can tell this dress is brand new��� She said, �No�this wasn�t my Mom�s dress!� She made it!�� I said in disbelief, �No way?�� She said that her Mom was a professional seamstress and makes things like this all of the time.� And when I was at work, she would come over to look at patterns until they decided on a dress.� Once they picked the right pattern, Lori got her daughter�s measurements and got to work.� She would periodically come over for a test fitting and make adjustments accordingly.� I said, �But, we only told them about two months ago that we were engaged.� That dress would take a year to make!�

Lori heard our conversation and said, �Actually, Mike, I made that dress in just six months.�� Now Rick was looking at Lori, �Six months?� You knew about this six months ago?�� Lori said jokingly and sarcastically, �No, Rick: I was making this wedding dress for a DIFFERENT 12 year old and then decided to give it to Penelope.�� Penelope jumped in and took her Dad to dance for a father-daughter dance.� So I took Lori and danced.� Greg and Devon elected to just watch�

We socialized for a little while longer and then we decided to wrap it up a little early so the garden staff could shut down for the night.� Devon drove us home and Penelope and I were a new level of happy.� We held hands as we walked to the front door.� I opened the door and carried my young bride across the threshold.� I used my foot to close the door behind us while still holding her in my arms: one arm under her back and the other under her knees while she had her arms wrapped around my neck.� I looked at her radiant beauty and was speechless.� She was beaming at me and finally said in her playful way, �So Mr. Hunt�what do you want to do now?�� I said, �I don�t know, Mrs. Hunt�what do YOU want to do?�� She kept her left arm around my neck but let down her right and started fidgeting with my tux, and said, �Oh�I don�t know.� I thought maybe I could�do you.�� I said, �I like the way you think, Mrs. Hunt.�� And I took my 12 year old adult wife upstairs.

Our courtship was officially over.� But this time in our lives was so much more exciting than when we were just dating and that is saying a lot!� We had just started our lives together as husband and wife!� We elected to have a �honeymoon at home�.� The biggest reason was because it would be torturous to pretend to be a father-daughter pair (since our last names were now the same) on vacation.� But we also just needed some �down time�.� We had been so busy and gone through a lot of stress while trying to get our licenses and the million other things we had to get together.

So we spent the next several days relaxing, watching movies, taking unnecessary baths together and of course, making Love frequently�just like newlyweds do.� At night, we�d cross the street and go over to �the other house� and swim in the pool.� Sometimes we made Love, sometimes we just had sex (�just sex� is still fun even when you are in love) and other times we just swam and played.� And once we had our fill of pool time, we�d go home.� The journey back and forth from the pool was the only time that either of us would wear clothing during our honeymoon.

After a little over a week into our honeymoon, we were cuddling (naked of course) on the couch and just enjoying the moment.� Penelope said, �I don�t want to bring it up because I don�t want to think about it, but when do you have to go back to work?�� �Oh, shit�, I thought�in all of the excitement, I completely forgot to tell her the news.� I said, �Oh, I forgot.� That is something I�ve been meaning to tell you.� I�m not going back to work.�� She turned her head to look at me and asked, �What? Why not? You didn�t get laid off, did you?�� I said, �No��� She asked already knowing the answer, �Did you get fired?�� I said, �Of course not.�� She then asked, �So, you are going to quit?�� I said, �Actually, I already quit.�� She sat up slowly and said softly, �Baaaabe?� What about the other house?� How are we going to pay for it?� And what about the limo; are we getting rid of it?� And what about Devon?!� He loves working for you and he�s going to be out of a job!�� I answered her, �Nothing will change as far as any of that goes.� We will keep the other house�at least for now.� We are keeping the limo�and Devon will still work for us.�

Penelope looked at me and was blinking about once a second trying to process how we could do all of that on her salary alone.� I could almost hear her brain synapses exploding and her eyes seemed to be displaying �error� codes at me through her blinking.� Then I said, �Remember when I said I had one little secret that I was keeping and would tell you when the time was right?�� She nodded her head �yes�, of course.� I said, �Well, the thing is: it�s actually kind of a big thing.�� She was still blinking at me.� I continued, �Or, if you want to think of it another way, you could say it is a lot of small things�497 million small things, in fact.�

Her blinking stopped instantly and now she was just looking at me.� I knew she had all the pieces and was just waiting for her to let them fall in place.� She finally spoke: �Are you telling me that you were the guy with the check in front of his face?�� I just gave a quick tilt of my head and flash of my eyes.� She said, �You mean to tell me that you won the big jackpot�THE jackpot?�� I said, �No: WE won THE jackpot.�� She sat back on the couch and tried to process the information.� She was in genuine shock.

Finally she sat back up and turned to me and asked with suspicion, �So, how much did our trip to Disney REALLY cost?�� I said smiling, �I told you the truth on that; it cost us the plane ride down and back plus rental car and hotel for one day�that�s it.� You can call the Chief if you don�t believe me.�� She said, �No�I believe you�just don�t tell me how you really did it, though.�� She thought a few more minutes and then asked, �So we have a lot of money?�� I said, �We have enough.�� She finally said, �I KNEW you were up to something!� Why didn�t you tell me you big jerk?�� I said, �I didn�t want people to see this pretty young woman married to this old geezer and accuse you of being with me just for the money.� And, I thought it would be a nice surprise for after we were married.�

She settled back into me and then added quietly and thoughtfully, �You didn�t ask me for a pre-nuptial�you never even mentioned it.�� I said, �Pre-nuptials are for those worried that their marriage will fail and want to protect their money.� I will never leave you; so a pre-nuptial is pointless.�� Penelope rose up and pushed me to my back on the couch before mounting herself over me.� She looked down at me and playfully said, �So, Mr. Hunt: your sinister plot has finally been revealed.� What am I to do with you now?�� I said, �You can do with me whatever you wish, Mrs. Hunt.�

She decided to take me upstairs.� She led the way upstairs and I held her hand as she led me up.� I watched her little ass wiggle as she made each step on the staircase.� We topped the stairs and went into our bedroom.� She stopped at the edge of the bed and turned to look at me.� She said, �Ok, Mr. Hunt�lay down.�� I did as I was told and she straddled over the top of me but did not sit on me.� She was standing up on her knees and had her hands on her gently curving hips.� Her tits were still so proud and able to defy gravity.� Her stomach was flat and firm; I could just make out her abdominals.� She had started trimming the fine hairs on her mons; she had shaped them into a heart since the day we were married.� My cock was ready to perform and I felt a drop of pre-cum dripping down the head.� Still not taking her eyes off of me, she said, �I know what you want��

She lowered her hips down until her little pussy ALMOST made contact with my cock head and then she stopped.� She said, �But this isn�t about what you want.� You have been very bad, Mr. Hunt.� And you owe me big time.�� She was again standing up straight on her knees and out of reach of my dick.� My 12 year old wife crawled her way up over me and assumed the same position as before, only now she was straddling my face, still looking down at me.

I could clearly see her labia and just under them was the tiny teardrop shaped hole that lead to her vagina.� Her pussy lips were just as perfect as the night she gave me her virginity a year ago.� She was still looking at me and said, �Eyes up here, Mr. Hunt!�� I did as she said.� Then she said, �Now: you are going to service me and you will pretend that you like it!�� I said jokingly, �Do I HAVE to pretend to like it?�� With each word of her answer, she poked me on the tip of the nose and said, �Yes�you�do!�� I answered, �Yes, Mrs. Hunt��

She slowly lowered her sexy little crotch to my face and I had my tongue out waiting to be able to make contact with her.� She stopped at the point when I was just barely able to reach some of her feminine parts.� After letting me suffer for a few seconds (she was suffering, too, I suspected) she let herself down and I went to work.� Since I was effectively pinned down, she did all of the �steering�.� She was as delicious as always.� She leaned forward and that put her little clit in range of my mouth.� I sucked her labia in and licked it furiously.� I puckered my lips and sucked in that tiny clit of hers and gave her a �mini BJ�.

I started humming loud on it and she gasped and pulled it away.� She said, �You aren�t getting away with what you did that fast, Mr. Hunt.� No humming until I tell you!�� I didn�t answer; I just went back to being �punished�.� She moved forward and now her vagina was resting right on my mouth.� My tongue circled her opening and slowly probed inside.� Soon, I was darting it in and out and she was rocking on my face.

Her juices were covering my face and I was really enjoying the taste.� I licked her like there was no tomorrow.� My tongue explored every nook and cranny of her 12 year old pussy.� I probed, flicked and sucked on everything she put in reach of my lips and tongue and she loved it.� When she put her hands on her head and grabbed fists full of hair, I knew she was close.� She was moaning softly still so I doubled my efforts.� She started humping down into my face and her moaning grew in intensity.� A few moments later she fell forward and caught herself on her hands.

She had her clit back at my mouth and she yelled, �DO IT!� HUM!�� I sucked her little clit in as fast as I could and hummed harder than ever before.� Her moaning started off low and started to grow at an exponential rate�never breaking.�� She began to vibrate and I knew she was about to blow.� Just as her loud moaning became a scream of ecstasy, she thrust forward and put her squirting little pussy on my mouth which I opened instantly.� She blasted into my mouth so hard, it was a wonder that she didn�t take off like a rocket.

I held my mouth open wide as she filled it to overflowing.� She came so much and my mouth was so full, that I couldn�t close my mouth to swallow it or it would have just spilled out if I did.� She finished her orgasm and saw me still there with my mouth wide open.� Dropping the �routine� for a second she said, �oh, sorry� and quickly retrieved a glass for me to let it spill into.� I dumped her load into the 8oz glass and it filled almost half way.� She was still out of character and remarked, �Oh, my gosh!� I�m sorry��� Before she could react, I said, �cheers� and drank her still steaming hot orgasm.� And I didn�t just toss it back like a shot glass; I drank it slowly, savoring the flavor of each sip.

She was astonished but then dropped back into character and said, �Well, Mr. Hunt: you took your punishment well.� And because you pretended to like it, I will now reward you for good behavior.�� I thought she was going to go and sit on my straining cock but that was not to be.� Instead, she straddled my face again.� Only this time she was facing the other direction.� She licked all of the pre-cum off of my cock and pulled me into her mouth without using her hands.� I had to raise my head off of the bed to reach her still soaking little pussy, but the effort was worth it.� I had one hand on each of her tiny ass cheeks and held them apart slightly so that I could see all she had.

She was still dripping from her orgasm and I was greedily collecting the drops of nectar before they could fall from her.� Even though we had anal sex on occasion, her little asshole was still tight.� We had been together for a year and this was the first time we ever tried to 69.� It was actually a first for both of us.� Because of our height difference, I wasn�t getting my tongue in her as much as I knew she would like.� But she wasn�t backing down to my face because she wanted to be able to deep throat me.� So I used my fingers on her, too.� I slipped the index finger of one hand in her creamy little pussy and the pinky on my other hand slowly tested the depths of her asshole.� Now she was humming on me.� Combining her deep throat humming, the vision before me, and the build-up from before, I wasn�t going to last long.� I could feel my orgasm exploding before I had a chance to warn my little wife and the first blast of cum shot right down her throat.� She pulled back and the remaining ropes of cum were collected in her mouth.� She swirled it around for a while and then swallowed it down.� She really loved the taste of my cum as much as I loved hers.

CHAPTER 5

Eventually the honeymoon period ended, but we never felt like anything but newlyweds.� She went back to work and I �worked� on finding new things to do for dates.� I got pretty inventive and she always had a great time.� The �rhythm� method of birth control worked great for us.� Penelope kept close track of her cycle and always knew when we were safe and when we should �do something else�.

Several months after she turned 13, we had a scare that she might be pregnant when she was a few days late for her period.� She was still very young and her body wasn�t quite ready for bringing a baby to term safely.� I went to get a pregnancy test kit and on the way home, she called and said �never mind�; her period had started.� We both breathed a sigh of relief.� Sometimes they are late for no reason, I guess.

We decided to wait until her cycle was predictable again before going back to vaginal sex.� Once she �evened out� we were making Love as we did before.� A few more years passed without another scare.� I didn�t even keep track of her cycle anymore; I just followed her lead and it worked for us.

We frequently walked around the house naked; it was just fun.� I loved how her body had developed.� When she was about 15 and �, her hips were nice and full; her abs were still very nice; and she had a beautiful pair of tits now.� I mean the pages of Playboy had never seen a better rack!� It wasn�t that they were large; it was the perfect symmetry and shape of them.� And they still stood out from her chest with pride.� Her nipples were a pretty shade of pink and they were the perfect diameter for her breasts.� She was filling a 36B cup nicely.� Again, they weren�t huge; but they were spectacular.

One day I had been out taking care of some boring errands and I came home to find Penelope standing in the bedroom looking at herself in the mirror.� She was as naked as the day she was born and that wasn�t unusual for either of us.� But she seemed to be criticizing her body.� She was looking at her full length profile and she asked, �Do I look fat to you?�� I said, �Babe: I can see your stomach muscles.� You do NOT look fat.�� I was hoping she wasn�t turning anorexic or something�� Then she slouched her shoulders backwards and down while pushing her stomach out and said, �Do I look fat now?� If I looked like this would I look fat?�

Trying to be reassuring to whatever she was thinking, I said, �No, you still wouldn�t look fat.�� She didn�t seem convinced but she let it go.� It was lunch time so we went downstairs to get something to eat.� She made us some sandwiches and we sat at the kitchen table to eat.� We were just talking about random things as per usual for us.� She mentioned that she heard the neighbors that always gather on the sidewalk talking about personal things.� She said the one woman was thinking about having another baby.� I said that was good for them, but wondered where they were going to put another kid; they already had three.� Penelope said, �Yeah.� But I want to have lots of babies with you some day.� Where are we going to put them?�� I said that we would figure that out when the time came.� She agreed in silence and we continued eating.

A few minutes later, she was still thinking about babies and asked, �What do you think we should name our babies?�� I laughed and said, �I don�t know.� We have a long time to think about baby names!�� She reflected a moment and said with a sigh, �Yeah; you�re right�� I guess 8 months is a long time.�� That statement confused me and I asked, �What do you mean?�� She stood up and turned to show me her profile as she had been doing in the mirror upstairs.� She held her arms in and arch in front of her flat abs and asked, �If my stomach was way out here like this, would I look fat to you?�

I was having trouble keeping up with her thought process and I answered, �No, you�d look pregnant, then.�� She dropped her arms in a flash and turned to look at me with a look of scorn on her face.� She said, �Are you saying I look pregnant?!�� Now I was really on my heels and confused.� I said, �NO!� I�m just saying�.� She cut me off and said, �Well you�re wrong!�� I said, �What?� What am I wrong about?� I didn�t even say any��

Then she opened the drawer next to her and quickly produced an object and handed it to me.� It took me a quarter of a second to recognize what it was.� It was a home pregnancy tester and it was VERY positive.� She was looking at me without emotion; just a �matter of fact� expression.� Now I was worried because we had not discussed this at all.� I was certain she wasn�t ready.� If she was, she�d be jumping up and down right now.

How could I have let myself get my 15 and � year old wife pregnant when she wasn�t ready?� I said, �Oh�what are we going to do?�� She said, �We, Mr. Hunt, are going to have a baby.�� I said, but you aren�t ready yet.� We haven�t even talked about this and��� She said, �Yes we did.� We said we would start as soon as I�m ready�you really don�t pay attention sometimes!�� I was looking at her in confusion.� I said, �But, we never stopped using our rhythm method.� It worked perfectly before; what happened?�� She answered, �It STILL worked perfectly!�� I held the tester up and said, �It wasn�t that perfect, evidently.�

She took the tester out of my hand and looked at it mockingly and said, �Wrong again�I�m pregnant.� See right here were it says �Pregnant�?�� I said, �That�s my point exactly!� If the rhythm method worked perfectly, that tester should read �Not pregnant�.� Then she brought it all together for me when she said, �That is sort of true.� But if you slowly shift the timing of your rhythm so that you are having sex when you are ovulating instead of not fertile, then the rhythm method works.�� I said, �You got pregnant on purpose��� She couldn�t hold her poker face any longer and she started grinning.� I again asked in disbelief, �You wanted to get pregnant?� Are you sure you are ready?!�� Penelope nodded and while pointing to her temple she said, �I�ve been ready to make babies with you up here since we first met.�� Then she put both of her hands on her lower abdomen and said, �But I had to wait until I was ready here first.�

I was still in shock and said, �But you aren�t even 16 yet��� She said, �I thought about that a long time ago.� I�ve had this day planned since before I turned 12.� I am one month along and my 16th birthday is 6 months away.� That means I will be 7 months pregnant when I turn 16 and 16 and 2 months when I give birth to the first of our many children I want to have with you!�� I said, �So, you planned from the time you were 11 to give birth at the age of 16 and two months?!�� She admitted, �No.� I was actually trying for just 16.� But I guess the timing was a little off��� I let it soak in and then said, �You realize what this means, don�t you?�� She said, �Yeah.� We need to pick out baby names and buy a crib and baby clothes and diapers and toys, and child-proof devices��� I cut her off and said, �Yeah, all of that is true.� But that isn�t what I was thinking.�� She looked at me quizzically and waited for me to continue.� I said, �It also means that for the next 8 months, we don�t have to worry about your monthly schedule��� She gushed, �Mr. HUNT!�� I took my 15 year old pregnant wife in my arms and kissed her passionately.

We enjoyed the next eight months immeasurably.� And it wasn�t just about the constant sex and Love making; we loved watching her flat stomach slowly grow.� We marked a spot on the floor near the wall and every day she would stand in that same spot and in the same pose and I would take a picture of her standing there in the nude.� After she went full term and delivered our baby, my idea was to use each picture as an individual frame of a movie so we could watch the change her body went through over the next 8 months in high speed.� Only after making the movie did we notice how her breasts grew, too.� That was a happy surprise.� As soon as she told me she was carrying our first baby, we found the best OB/GYN and hired him to make in-house visits for her periodic checkups.� Sometimes she had to go to the hospital for things like ultrasounds, but we made special arrangements to have those done at night (for obvious reasons).

It was September when Penelope was in her fourth month and we went to have an ultrasound.� The baby was healthy and doing well.� We couldn�t help but want to know if it was a boy or girl.� The ultrasound tech moved the wand around my young wife�s baby bump and found the right angle.� She took a �picture�, marked an arrow and put a label next to it�we were having a little boy!� So, now we knew what color baby clothes to buy and what kind of toys to get.� More importantly, we knew we had to only focus on boy names, now.� I mentioned that we had to start thinking of names for him and Penelope said, �There is only one name to choose from��Michael�.�� I was touched that she wanted to name him after me, but not surprised.� Neither of us wanted a �Jr.�, though, so we gave him a middle name, too (I didn�t have a middle name).� She began suggesting middle names and I was turning them down.� I said, �His middle name should be �Richard�.� Penelope turned her gaze from the image of our fetal son on the ultrasound monitor, looked at me and said, �Dad will be honored that you said that.� I think it�s a wonderful idea.�� We announced Michael�s name and Rick was genuinely touched.� I could tell because he said, �That�s the nicest thing any bastard has ever done for me.� Thank you, Mike.�

When Penelope turned 16, she was 7 months along and her belly looked large on her small frame.� She was in a C-cup bra now; her breast preparing for duty.� They were just as spectacular as ever.� I loved watching her walk around the house.� She had developed �the walk�: leaning back, one hand holding her belly and the other holding her back and waddling slightly.� I didn�t have a fetish for pregnant women, but she was sexy as anything I�d ever seen.� It was just so alluring to watch the young woman I loved more than life carrying my baby which she wanted more than anything.� She would be busying herself around the house and she was always humming now.� I wasn�t sure if it was because she was humming for little Michael, if she was just so happy that she couldn�t contain it, or perhaps a combination of the two.� It was possible she read that music helps develop an unborn baby�s brain.� Whatever the reason, I liked it.� Her humming had long since been a requirement for me to fall asleep.� It was just so soothing and I was addicted to her sweet voice.

Penelope had been keeping herself on a strict diet that she got from a nutritionist.� She wanted to make sure the baby was getting everything he needed and nothing he didn�t.� I started thinking about the uniqueness of our relationship and decided good health should be a part of my life from now on�I wanted to be around for as long as possible.� So, I had a full physical done and was given a �clean bill of health�.� I needed to lose a few pounds, so I started hitting our in home gym.� I was eating right and staying away from the junk I loved to eat.� I loved Penelope more than french-fries and hot dogs so, it was a clear choice.

I worked out almost daily and was eating right.� The next time I would go to get a check-up, my doctor would be impressed with the changes.� But what was better than that was Penelope noticing the changes.� She liked the more �fit and trim� me and it showed.� She never had a low libido, but now it was in overdrive.� I couldn�t keep her off of me if I wanted to (which I didn�t)!� We had sex or made Love at least twice a day and that was on days when we had a lot going on.� If nothing was going on and it was a day to �relax� at home, we were going at it all day.� I�d get a break if she had an online lecture, but that was it.

Penelope was full term, the baby was due any time and we were still having sex.� As a matter of fact, we were in the throes of making Love when she went into labor.� My orgasm was close, but I couldn�t do that in her when she was about to go into delivery.� I said �shit� and pulled out of her to get dressed.� She understood my problem without me saying a word about it.� She said, �Let me finish you off and we will go.�� I said, �What?�� Without answering verbally, she opened her mouth and motioned for me to �come here�.

Damn I loved the way she thought!� I hadn�t even cleaned her vaginal juices off of me and she sucked me into her mouth without hesitation.� She bobbed her head on me and her hair bounced in time with her.� I caressed her engorged breasts and they were amazing.� I used the other hand to keep her hair from flying in her face.� She was taking me all of the way in and I could feel my cock head as it passed back and forth across the flap of flesh at the back of her mouth.

I told her I was going to cum and she took a little more than just the head in her mouth and started flicking her tongue at the base of the head at lightning speed.� I erupted in her mouth and she kept it all.� She swallowed the load without ceremony and said, �Ok: we have to go because he is ready!�

Her over-night bag had been packed and in the car since December.� So all I had to do was get her into the car.� Fortunately, it was late when she went into labor.� We had a contingency plan for if she went into labor during the day, but we didn�t need to worry about that.� Things just work out nicely sometimes�

We left for the hospital and she was starting to feel the labor pains intensely.� She tried to distract her pain by talking.� She asked me, �So, Mr. Hunt�10 years ago did you ever think you�d be 41 and driving your 16 year old wife to the hospital to have your baby?�� I answered, �No, Mrs. Hunt, I can�t honestly say that thought ever entered my head 10 years ago.�

She was starting to do her �in labor breathing� and I knew we had to get there soon.� I pulled up to the ER and announced that she was in labor.� I�d always thought that was a stupid thing to say to the nurses in the ER; of course she�s in labor�anyone could see that.� I might as well run in there and announce to them that they are working in a hospital.� But in the heat of the moment you forget stupid things like that.

A nurse brought a wheelchair and we were off to the maternity ward.� They put her in a private room and hooked her up to monitors so they could watch the baby�s vital signs from a remote station.� I asked them to bring her an epidural and she refused it.� I told her she should really take it because it was surely to be an unimaginable amount of pain.� But once again she said no.� She wanted to do this naturally; to have the full experience and not be �drugged up�.� The nurse was trying to coax her into taking it too and she turned to her and said, �Get that shit out of here; I don�t want it!�� The nurse had a bit of an attitude and said sarcastically, �You�re the doctor�

She was turning to leave when Penelope yelled, �I AM a doctor as a matter of fact!�� I tried to calm her down and remind her that the nurse couldn�t have known that.� The nurse apologized and left.� She was barely out of the door and Penelope said, �I don�t like her.�� I just knew that it was the labor pains talking; Penelope loved everyone.� Penelope�s OB/GYN came in a while later and said what he probably says to women multiple times a day every day.� He asked, �So, are we ready to have a baby?�� With the way he said it, you could tell he was trying to make a scripted dialogue sound like it was spontaneous.

Penelope answered him saying, �I�ve been ready for this day for a long time now.�� Not understanding how long she really meant, he said, �Yes�the last month or two can seem to take forever, huh?�� She just said, �You have no idea��� She winked at me as the doc was checking the readouts.� I winked back and held her hand.

He finished looking at the readings and turned to her and said, �My nurse says you refused the epidural.� I really think you should reconsider, Mrs. Hunt.�� Penelope said that she wanted the full experience and drugs would rob her of that.� He said that he admired her courage and understood.� He said the baby would be a little while yet and that he would be back in a few hours.� To pass the time, we had the TV in the room on, but we didn�t pay much attention to it; we preferred to just talk.� She asked what we should name our next baby and I said, �Let�s just get this one out here first.� We�ll worry about that later.�

An hour passed since the doctor left and the nurses were coming in to check on her more and more frequently.� They were keeping a close eye on the remote monitors, obviously.� Half an hour later, they weren�t leaving the room.� Finally one nurse told another to call the doctor because the baby was coming.� She left to do as she was told and 10 minutes later the doc was back and Penelope was in more pain than I could stand to see her in.

I was doing all I could to comfort her.� But she just wanted me to stroke her hair; so I did.� I was also giving her oxygen as the doctor instructed and removing it when he said.� She was fully dilated and doing her best to deafen us all.� Finally the doctor said she could push on the contractions and she began to bear down and push.� The contraction would stop and she would rest.� When the next one hit a few seconds later, she would push and scream with all she had�and she could scream!

After what seemed hours of pushing but was probably only 5 to 10 minutes, Michael Richard Hunt joined us with a cry of protest and we were a little family; I was a Dad, my 16 year old bride was a Mom at last.� We had waited 5 years for this day and we couldn�t have been happier.� I was so proud of my wife for her courage and what she�d just gone through.

The nurses were quickly cleaning our son and taking foot prints, signing paperwork and putting an ID bracelet on him.� Once they finished what they needed to do, they bundled him up and brought him over to my wife and she couldn�t wait to hold him.� He was the tiniest thing you ever saw and we both said how perfect he was.� He was whimpering still when Penelope began to hum and he stopped immediately.

We were taken to a recovery room where we spent the next two days letting Mommy and baby rest from their ordeal.� Michael was checked for Penelope�s rare skin allergy and was found to be not allergic.� She had been worried about that, but I wasn�t so concerned.� It was extremely rare and we knew how to deal with it if he did have it.� Given the �all clear�, we took our baby home.

Penelope was a natural Mom.� She always seemed to know exactly what Michael needed.� She knew the difference between a cry for a diaper change and a cry for sleep or food.� She bonded with him instantly and he took to nursing from her without issue.� Watching my young wife nurse our baby was�precious.� It was as simple as that.� It wasn�t sexual or a turn on�it was just beautiful in a way I never thought possible.� She loved him as much as she loved me�it was just different.

To my amazement, Penelope seemed to drop what little baby weight she had almost overnight.� Within a month, you couldn�t even tell that she had a baby with the exception of her lactating breasts.� She had started walking the day after we got home (even though I told her she should be taking it easy) and after a week, she was jogging at a slow pace and short steps on the treadmill.� I asked her why she was pushing herself like that and she said that she had to get ready for the next baby.� I said, �Slow down Speed Racer.� Don�t you think Michael should be a little older before we have another baby?� She said I was right, but wanted to keep in shape anyway�for me.� I told her she was already sexy enough, but she wanted to do it anyway.� Penelope always did know what she wanted and would never let anyone talk her out of it�

When Michael was 7 months old, he had been weaned and was progressing normally.� Penelope was eager to have another baby, so we started trying again.� Apparently we knew what we were doing because she knew she was pregnant within two weeks.� A home test said it and we had an ultrasound to prove it.� The monitor showed just a small, almost unperceivable blob in her uterus, but it was there.

We wanted to wait for a while before announcing it, but Penelope couldn�t wait after a week.� She told her Mom and Lori was thrilled.� She said she wanted to see the next ultrasound and we said we had another scheduled for when she was at one month into the pregnancy.� Two months shy of my wife�s 17th birthday, we went to have her one month ultrasound done and Lori was with us.

The baby was still nothing more than a sac of cells on/in the wall of her womb.� But if you asked Lori, she could see the baby�s head�which is not possible; she was just excited.� We were preparing for the new arrival and started wondering about a name.� Penelope turned 17 and soon after she was at the end of her first trimester when she had another ultrasound.

The lab tech was moving the wand around on her barely noticeable baby bump when she said, �Hmmm.�� That alarmed Penelope and she asked, �What do you mean: HMMM?�� The lab tech said, �You aren�t having a baby.�� Penelope began to cry and I was ready to sit down.� Then the lab tech said, �You are having two babies.� You have twins.� And since you started with just one embryo sac, they are going to be identical twins; still too early to know if they are boys or girls, though��

Penelope began to cry harder, but now they were tears of joy.� I couldn�t help but shed a tear at her joy, and at my own joy, too, I supposed.� We went home and Lori was waiting to hear how it went.� She was at our place watching Michael. �We told her the news and she screamed in delight.� We all talked excitedly for a while and when things calmed down a bit, she said she was going home to tell Rick.� Michael was down for a nap and Penelope and I decided to have our own special celebration.

Penelope was nearly into her fifth month before we had the next ultrasound.� The babies were doing well; growing as expected, good heart rate, etc.� We were dying to know if they would be boys or girls.� The lab tech moved the wand to get the right angle and we discovered we were having girls.� I�d always loved identical twin girls.� They were just so adorable.� And now Penelope was carrying a set of twin girls that we would raise together.� Life just gets better and better!

When she entered into her 7th month, Penelope looked like she was already at full term.� By the time she was at 9 months, she looked like a living caricature; her belly was swollen to seemingly impossible dimensions.� She had a hard time standing up from a chair or getting out of bed.� I had to help her with almost everything around the house.� And I enjoyed doing it for her.� One might think it would get old or annoying after a while, but I loved helping and caring after her.

She was 17 and � now and she was ready to pop like a balloon.� The moment she started feeling discomfort, we didn�t wait: we got her to the hospital.� I knew if we waited for her to go into labor, it would be morning and it was just easier to get her there at night.� We walked in the ER as calm as we could and a nurse jumped up at her sight and said, �OH DEAR GOD!� Someone bring a wheelchair!!!�

Penelope told her not to worry; she wasn�t �quite there yet� and that she wanted to walk to the maternity ward. �Walking often helps with inducing labor and that was what she really needed.� We checked into the ward and explained the situation.� They understood and let us walk the hallways.� We held hands and I walked as she waddled.� The hallway was a long passage and we must have gone back and forth a hundred times without her feeling any labor pains.� Finally, one of the nurses pulled us aside and in a hushed voice she said, �You know: there is another way to help bring on labor�if you are interested.�

Penelope said she wasn�t using any drugs to induce labor�it was out of the question.� The nurse with her voice even more hushed now said, �That�s not what I mean.� You can�.�you know���� We looked at her expectantly because we didn�t know.� The nurse�s eyes darted around to make sure no one was listening and she whispered a single word, �Sex!�

The way she said it, it sounded like she was saying it in a crowded church.�� We were both a bit taken aback at the notion.� We hadn�t thought about that before but it made sense.� Penelope and I looked at each other and played it cool.� I said, �I don�t know if you are up to trying that, are you?�� She knew I was trying to play it off and she jumped on board saying, �At this point, I�m willing to try anything.� But where�?�� The nurse said that the room at the end of the hall was already waiting for us.� We could go in there and we would have the privacy we needed.

Penelope didn�t need to be convinced; she was willing to go if there was no chance of it working.� She kept up the charade and said with a hint of resign, �Ok: let�s give it a shot.�� She turned to walk towards our room.� Following her I said, �If you really think it will help��� We got to the room, closed the door, and Penelope started clapping in excitement�but without making a clapping sound.� She whispered while grinning, �We get to have �hospital sex�!�� I brought her to me to give her a big kiss.

We walked over to the bed and it was clear that it wasn�t exactly made for two people to lie down on.� However, it did have a nice added feature that you don�t see very often: it had stirrups.� I pointed them out and said, �Hey�look at what we have here!�� She got the idea immediately.� She began removing her clothes and I helped her finish.� Even with her as uncomfortable as she was with our twin daughters inside of her, I still found her to be the sexiest person in the history of the world.� She was naked and trying to get up on the delivery bed; I helped her up.

She put one foot in each stirrup and I adjusted them to open her legs.� I stripped down and raised the incline of the bed so we could see each other better.� I got in position and my cock was ready to go.� I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit to get her juices going.� She had the body of a mature adult now.� She was only 17 and �, but biologically speaking her body was done growing for the most part.� Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed.� She hadn�t been able to do it herself for months�so she had me do it for her every few days.

As I was rubbing my cock on her clit to get her warmed up, I was remembering the first time she asked me to �give her a hair cut�.� I wasn�t sure what she meant at first until I saw her pointing down.� I was more than happy to oblige, but I was worried about cutting her, too.� Even though I was very gentle and took my time, I still nicked her twice that first time.� But practice makes perfect and now I could trim her vagina as well if not better than she was able to do herself.� And I LOVED doing it!

Penelope�s vagina was starting to get shinny and I knew she was ready.� I let my cock gently glide into my very expecting wife and she sighed in relief.� I began to rock back and forth into her and I was doing it very slowly and gently.� I didn�t want to hurt her or our girls.� She was really enjoying the action but she said it wasn�t working and she wanted me to go harder.� I mentioned my concern about the girls and she said, �They aren�t down that far yet�you are fine.�

I started going at a faster pace and she was really getting into it now.� She tried to rub her clit but couldn�t reach so I did it for her.� She kept asking me to go faster and harder and pretty soon I was slamming into her with all I had.� Fast pace slapping noises echoed in the room and it sounded like a porno was being filmed on location.� I was building a monster orgasm and it was going to release soon.� I told her I was going to cum and she signaled me with a finger: �come up here�.� I got up on the bed straddling her and she sucked me all of the way in her mouth.� She leaned back to rest and I leaned forward.� She put one hand on each of my butt cheeks and started forcing me to thrust into her at a fast and hard pace.� Then she stopped and I stopped thrusting.� Then she did it again and stopped.�� She wanted me to do the thrusting on my own, evidently.

I asked her if that was what she wanted me to do�just to be sure�and she said, �Mmm-hmm� with my cock still buried in her mouth.� I started to thrust into her and she was taking it all.� I wasn�t going hard enough so she used her hands on my butt again.� After a few times of her doing that, the unspoken message from her was: �fuck my mouth as hard as you can!�� So, I did as she wanted.� I pumped into her mouth hard.

She exercised total control over her gag reflexes and had been able to do that since she was just 11 years old.� I reflected on the past 6 years of having sex and making Love with this beautiful woman.� I loved her young body all those years ago and it was just as beautiful and perfect now�just different.� If there was a flaw in her to be found, I couldn�t find it.

My orgasm hit and she swallowed it down as always.� Before I could rest, she said, �I�m still not in labor, so let�s go!�� I moved back down and got between her legs again.� I slid my dick into its� favorite hangout and started pounding away just like before.� I had already had my orgasm and as long as I kept going, I would be able to stay hard for hours if I wanted.� I was keeping a fast and steady pace when I felt her vagina start to squeeze on me.� Her eyes were shut tight and she was biting her lower lip to keep from screaming.� I felt her pussy start pulsing on my dick and her eyes opened wide.� She wanted to scream but it came out as a whisper.� I slowed down to let it pass and she said, �Keep going; don�t stop!�� So I went back to my fast pace and she threw her head back onto the bed.

Her orgasm should have stopped by now, but it was continuing.� It lasted five times longer than the largest one she�d ever had before and she was now screaming into her pillow in attempt to not draw attention.� Her orgasm finally stopped, but I kept going.� She didn�t protest.� I was starting to feel like a race horse but wasn�t going to slow down until she said stop or I dropped dead.� I was building a heavy sweat and a few minutes later, another orgasm hit her.� It was a shorter, but powerful one and she had to scream into her pillow again.

Not told to do otherwise, I kept going; and going; and going.� She had FOUR orgasms before she said to stop; that she couldn�t take it anymore.� She was breathing like she�d just finished first place in a triathlon and was 30 minutes ahead of the second place winner.� I was soaked with sweat and smelled like it.� Regaining my own breath, I panted, �I can�t�believe�that didn�t�work.�� She was panting, too, and said, �What�do you�mean?� It worked�perfect�ly.�� I could only ask, �What?�� Getting more of her breath back, she said, �I went into labor�after the first�orgasm.� I just didn�t�want you to�stop�too incredible!�� I joked, �You USED me?!�� She laughed and said, �You enjoyed it�don�t even pretend you didn�t, Mr. Hunt!�� I said, �You still owe me, Mrs. Hunt!�

The room had a full bath connected to it so I helped her off of the bed and we got a quick shower.� We got dressed again and I helped her back up on the bed before going to get the nurse.� I told her that Penelope was in labor and she gave me a �thumbs up� and a wink.� I went back in the room but had to sit down for a few minutes before I passed out.

The nurse came in to talk to Penelope.� She was trying to whisper so that I couldn�t hear from across the room, but I heard her clearly.� She whispered, �It usually doesn�t take so long that way��� Penelope whispered back, �I didn�t want him to stop�he was that good!�� The nurse gasped and asked a more personal question.� She said, �Did you �O�?�� Penelope said, �Four times!�� The nurse fought back a surprised laugh and glanced over at me for an instant before saying, �Oh my God, girl�you are so lucky!� I�m jealous�no offense!�� Penelope just shook her head and said, �None taken.� You have no idea how lucky and happy I am with him.�� The nurse patted her on the shoulder and said, �Well, good for you!� I�ll go let them know you are in labor��� She was walking out the door when Penelope stopped her.� She turned around and Penelope said, �Thank you SO much!�� The nurse just winked at her, looked at me and smiled, and left.

Just as when Michael was born, the doctor showed up just a few minutes before Penelope was ready to start pushing.� And right from the time she went into labor, Penelope refused any and all pain medications.� She wanted to feel it all: it was part of the experience for her.� She delivered our first daughter, Ariel, and the nurses were busing doing their duty.� Penelope had a short break before the second little girl, Belle, was following her sister.

Before long, the room was filled with the cries of two perfect little baby girls.� Penelope was presented with them at the same time and she held one in each arm.� Though her hair was slightly matted with sweat and she looked wiped out, she was a vision.� It was only a matter of hours before Penelope was up and walking around again.� The nurses all protested but she said she felt �great�!� She did look like she dropped half of her weight with the delivery!� She only stayed in the hospital over one day before she was ready to go home.� Ariel and Belle both tested negative for the UV allergy (as all of our kids would) and we were clear to take our daughters home.

The house was filling fast with kids.� We had three babies now and not much room to grow with our family.� We decided it was probably time to move to a larger home.� It pained us to sell the houses where we met and fell in Love.� And when it came time to put them on the market, we just couldn�t do it.� So we ended up putting a large addition on the house.

We added four bedrooms, a large play room, and three bathrooms to the house!� Now we lived in a house with 8 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms!� It was a large house to say the least.� But Penelope and I had plans and we were well started in those plans!

When Ariel and Belle were almost a year old, Penelope was pregnant again.� Nine months later at the age of 19, she gave birth to our fourth child and second son, Christopher.� Over the next 6 years, Penelope would spend more time pregnant than not and giving birth just seemed to get easier for her.� By the time I was 50 and she was 25, we had at least one child in every bedroom in the house.� The gym and office were moved out of the house to an office building that I bought in foreclosure.

The house was sometimes hectic, but we loved it.� We had nine kids in the house (the last pregnancy producing twin girls again) aged 9 to newborn.� All of the kids were smarter than average, but not genius level like their Mom.� None of them were sensitive to the sun like Penelope, but several were fair skinned and could get sun burned easily.� Spending so much time pregnant isn�t easy on the body and Penelope�s body had changed for sure.� She was still just as sexy as ever, though.� She had stretch marks and her breasts had trouble resisting gravity, but I loved her marks and what they represented and her breasts were still beautiful.� Penelope was as flawless as she was when she was the 11 year old swimming naked in my pool.� But now she had a bit more character.� I supposed that was Love�s way of thinking.

Time passed and the kids grew.� Eventually they started going off to college, finding girlfriends or boyfriends, getting married and turning us into grandparents.� Belle had the �honor� of being the first one to make us grandparents.� She married a lucky bastard right out of high school and had a baby girl a year later.� Penelope was 36 and I was 61 at that time.� The love between her and I was just as strong as it had ever been.� We had been married for nearly 25 years and we still went on dates at least once a week.� I couldn�t sleep unless Penelope lay down with me and hummed her sweet songs.� And even though she rarely slept, she would still be in my arms when I woke hours later because she �didn�t have anything else she wanted to do more�.� More time passed and it was almost shocking when our second set of twins were finishing high school and going off to college.� She was still vibrant at 43 and I was an old man of 68.� We went through an �empty nest� period, and it was difficult.� Our kids were as much as a part of our lives as we were to each other.� But we knew it was the nature of things and we stayed close to them in their travels through life.� I was still a health nut, eating right and taking care of myself.� At the age of 80, I was in better shape than almost any man half my age and even many that were in their 20�s.� But all of the exercise and good eating in the world won�t keep death at bay forever.� And I knew that.

When I was 96, my body was failing me.� I was perfectly �healthy��but I was old.� My vital parts were simply worn out.� My body was tired and I couldn�t move much on my own any more.� Penelope was now 71 and we had long since been made great grandparents.� When my breathing became labored to the point that oxygen didn�t help, the doctors said that it was just a matter of time before something vital failed; I was dying.� Our large family was all there and would come in to �talk�.� I knew they were saying good bye.� I gave each some of my words of wisdom and they all hugged or kissed me before exiting the room.� Penelope refused to leave my side or even take her hand from mine.� She pleaded for me not to leave her and I said that I never would.� My vow to her was for not just this life, but into the next and beyond.� The pain became immense and I knew the end was near.� But my body kept going; struggling for another moment with my Truelove.� My sweet Penelope had been my lover for 60 years now and she was as sexy as ever�wrinkles, grey hair and all.� She asked me if I ever had any regrets in the years we were together.�� I looked her in the eyes and said, �Yes.� I have a really big regret that I never got over.�� She looked more than surprised and a little hurt and asked what it was.� I said, �My one regret is that it took me four days to confront you in that old pool of mine�I wasted three days that we could have had together!�� She cried and laughed at the same time.� I was looking into her still smoky eyes and was still mesmerized by her.� I could see the Love in her that she had for me, but she was also in pain.� She was in pain for me and what was happening to me.� I finally managed to tell her that my body wants to sleep.� With tears streaming from her eyes, she kissed me and then got in bed with me.� She said, �I love you, Mike.� I love you more than anyone could believe possible.� You are my Truelove.�� I wasn�t able to talk through my labored breathing and could only manage to say, �I love you, too Penelope.�� She lay next to me with one arm over me and she rested her head on my chest when she began to hum.� Just the magic of her sweet humming seemed to ease my breathing.� I tried to stroke her hair, but my arm wouldn�t move.� That was strange to me, because it didn�t even hurt at that moment.� As I tried to make sense of it, I realized that I really didn�t hurt at all anymore.� Penelope continued humming on my chest as I fell asleep for the last time.

I never woke up again, but I was now no longer sleeping.� Only an instant must have passed since I fell asleep, but I was up now.� I was out of bed and I felt more alive than I had ever felt.� I looked around and Penelope was still there.� She was crying uncontrollably.� The moment I saw her, I knew that I was gone�passed into the next.� Seeing her still with my old body was evidence enough, but there was so much more proof than that.� She was glowing like the sun she could never go out in.� The glow almost obscured her from my vision.� Also, there was a long strand of this glow that stretched away from her and it lead straight to where I was standing.� I followed the glowing strand and it was connected to me�or, more precisely�it turned into me.� I was now a glowing mass, just as what I saw all over Penelope.� I seemed to still have limbs, but they were not like the arms and legs I was used to.� The strand of light between my wife and I would stretch as the distance between us changed, but nothing would break it, it seemed.� I suddenly remembered when we were married and I kissed my bride for the first time.� That feeling I had for the briefest of moments�I wondered if this glowing strand connecting us was what I felt.� I didn�t wonder long: I knew this was what I felt on that day.� I was looking at my wife and I grieved for her.� She was in so much pain over her loss.� I tried to tell her that I was still by her side, but she could not hear me.� Family started coming in and I saw they all had this glowing light around them.� Finally, a doctor came in and, after doing a few checks, he pronounced me.� My wife was sobbing in agony.� It took some time for her to quiet down, but she was still crying.� Eventually she was taken home and I stayed with her.

Seeing Penelope about the house without her being able to see me was weird at first.� I kept forgetting my new self and found me trying to talk to her; to touch her and console her.� She tried to find something to do, but nothing was important, I guess.� She went to bed.� I thought she might just lie down, but she actually slept.� I lay down beside her and put my arm over her.� She began to talk in her sleep to me asking, �Why did you leave me, Mike?�� I said, �I didn�t leave you, Baby.� I�m here; with you.�� She was quiet for a few moments when she said, �I know.� I feel��� I was shocked that she answered me; my answer to her was more reaction than an attempt to communicate.� Testing my theory, I talked to her more.� I said, �We are together forever, you and I.� We were joined by a powerful connection the moment��� She cut me off and said, �We kissed�I remember.�� That also took me by surprise.� I had never told her about that feeling I had and I wanted to hear what she knew about it.� I said, �Tell me about that kiss?�� She said through her deepening sleep, �When we kissed�at our wedding�something from inside me�I don�t know��� I filled in the blanks for her and said, �Did it feel like a part of you attached itself to me?�� She just nodded her head and said, �Yeah��� I told her that it was a real and physical connection and not just her imagination.� I could see the connection now and it is as beautiful as she is.� She didn�t respond and I thought she was either too deep into sleep or she just couldn�t process what I was telling her.� I told her that I loved her and she said, �I love you, too, Mike.�

Penelope slept all night that night.� I�d never seen her sleep more than 2 hours before and she slept for 7 hours before she got up.� She moved much slower than she had yesterday and it seemed the life was draining from her.� She went downstairs and I expected her to go in the kitchen to start breakfast.� But instead she went into the foyer and looked at her crystal palace from Disney World that was given to us so many years ago.� It still looked like brand new and was as clean as ever.� She looked at the palace from short range and studied it closely.� I could see her reliving those three nights in her thoughts.� Finally she whispered, �How did you do that?� I wish you were here to tell me.�

Her eyes welled up and tears flowed.� After looking at the crystal palace for a long time, she went and lied down on the couch and fell asleep again.� I was now worried about her.� I wanted her to be able continue her life and grow very old like I had; she had so much to live for.� She had our kids, grand children all adults now), and great grandchildren.� And one of our great grandkids was pregnant�just she didn�t know it yet.� I tried to encourage Penelope to get up; that she had so much life in her.� Through her sleep she said, �You are my life, Mike.� It was always you.�� Sometime later, a few of the kids came over to check on their Mom.� They didn�t like what they saw and neither did I.� Penelope was completely lethargic and had no life to her.� They called a doctor and he came to check on her.� He said her pulse was really weak and they should get her to the hospital.� She was admitted and they put her on IV�s and tried to get her to eat.� But she said she wasn�t hungry.� I was touching her on her hand and trying to tell her to eat something when she looked at Michael through tears and said, �I can still feel his hand on mine��

Penelope continued to slip away, unable to deal with her loss.� Before long, she was in ICU and they had her on feeding tubes in addition to the IV�s.� The thought was that something in her stomach would �snap her out of it�.� But that didn�t help.� I could see that she had no will to live and try as I might to urge her to fight, she had none in her.� Her doctors were heroic in their efforts to keep her going, but they say that sometimes when a Love is so strong, the death of one will be too much for the one left behind to go on.� And so it was to be for Penelope and me: she was unable to continue without me and came to join me just two days after humming me to sleep for the last time.� The instant she passed, we were together again.� Despite my new form, she recognized me immediately and we held each other like never before.� As we traveled beyond and until the rest of time, we shared our every thought without words.� In an instant, anything she knew was now my knowledge, too, and all of my knowledge was hers.� Without a word she said to me, �So, that�s how you did it��

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