Author: EXPLORER
Title: Edward's Children
Summary: Edward's encounters with the 7 yo daughter of a friend awakens his earliest memories of sexual awareness and triggers his desire to explore sexual relations with pre-teen and pre-school girls.  In the years that followed, he explored his sexuality with many special girls of all ages.
Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if you are offended.


Chapter 3.  TUTI'S CAUGHT STEALING

During the week Suja and Tuti were like ghosts, I occasionally heard  them but rarely saw them.  When I did see them they seemed very happy.  Suja was continually thanking me and Tuti happily chattered to her dolly.

On Thursday morning I had to return home having left some papers there. As I got to the front door I could here my TV playing inside.  I opened the door slowly.  The door opens straight into the lounge, dinning area to the right, kitchen and maid's quarters beyond that.  As I entered I could see cartoons playing on the TV which is the other side of the sofa.  I quietly entered and as I got closer to the back of the sofa a little head started to appear.  She hadn't heard me.  It was Tuti, she had her dolly in one arm, a chocolate bar in the other hand and swinging here legs, she was happily singing along to the cartoons.  As I came around the side of the sofa, she saw me, her chin dropped and she gasped.  She dropped the chocolate bar and attempted to run past me.  I grabbed her arm, arresting her escape.  The colour has drained from her lowered face to a deathly white highlighting guilty evidence staining her lips.

"Tuti what are you doing?" I asked.  "I'm sorry Mr Eddie, please don't tell my mommy," she pleaded.  She was wearing the same oversized 'T' shirt. Obviously someone's cast off.  It probably started life white. It had a print of some politician on the back.  It had been washed so many times that it was now a dirty grey colour.  It was many sizes too big, the short sleeves reach past her elbows and the length came halfway down her thighs. The neck was so wide it dangled off her shoulder on one side.  From my vantage point looking down on her I had a good view down the front neck opening of the shirt to her tits.  They were proper tits, not full size but well past the developing walnut size.  They were an unusual shape, conical, like the nipple had suddenly shot directly forwards dragging her chest behind to form a pointed cone.  Remaining tightly hold of her arm, I sat on the sofa with her in front of me.

Holding the chocolate bar to her face, "Tuti, where did this come from?" I asked.  She started to cry.  "Tuti did you take this chocolate bar from my kitchen?" I asked sternly.  I released her arm to enable her to wipe away the tears which were rolling down her face.  "Did you steal my chocolate bar?" I said sternly.  With her hands covering her sobbing eyes, her shirt lifted sufficient to expose the crotch of her panties.  Again, at one time these had been white but after so many washes they were also grey.  Her eyes were closed tight like she was attempting to keep the tears inside, her hands rubbed her eyes whilst she sobbed.  Placing a hand either side of her waist I said, "Tuti!  Answer me!  Did you get this chocolate bar from my kitchen?"

"I'm sorry, Mr.  Eddie, please don't tell my mommy!" she said through her tears.  It was difficult for me to concentrate on the questions as my focus was drawn to her crotch.  I worked my hands holding her waist so as to raise her dress a little more exposing more of her panties.  They were not only grey, all the life had been washed from them making them limp and they were full of holes.  Through the holes and the thinness of the material I could see hints of a soft downy fluff covering her little box.  The material was so washed out and loose that the crotch hung low exposing the sides of her puffy little cunnie.  I could almost taste it!

"Tuti," I said, "It's not your mother you should worry about, it's the police, if I call the police you will go to prison!" 

That drove her to almost uncontrollable crying.  "Please, please, please Mr Eddie, I'm sorry." "And Tuti," I added, "Your mother must be told because you can no longer live in my house."

Her eyes open and focused on me as the realisation flooded over her. Her world had come to an end, she would be in prison and her mother would be on the streets.  She closed them again the let out a wail of woe and flood of tears.

As she was contemplating the consequences of her actions I was fast realising the opportunities and possibilities before me.  After years of meticulous planning to get inside Amy's knickers with pathetic results, I was now suddenly in a command position without a plan.  My head was spinning with the possibilities and at the same time, trying to calculate the consequences.  What can I get out this, what do I want and how do I achieve it.  I needed time to think.  Bringing my hands around her little buttocks, I cupped them tight and drew her to me slightly, "Tuti, stop crying," I commanded, "what time is your mother due back here?"

"About eight o'clock sir," she replied.  I was thinking fast - if I fuck her right now and she tells her mum what will happen.  Her mum must consider that If she goes to the police I would deny it and it's my word against hers and she'll be out of a job and a home.  Still she might be angry enough to do it - right fucking is out.  If I have her blow me what would she do.  There'd be less chance of forensic evidence.  How about if I blew her.  It's less like to enrage her mother and there'd be no forensic evidence.  I could offer to pay her mother off.  A couple of hundred would set her up in a place of her own and keep them both for months.  If Tuti was to tell her mother, she'd have to tell about the chocolate bar, and she'd expect to be homeless.  And to add in the unknown factor, Tuti had the mind of a seven year old.
How does a seven or eight year old think?  And, culturally, women here don't face up against men, they are subservient to all men and particularly to men in authority.

In those seconds I concluded that so long as I didn't go too far there was a reasonable chance Tuti would keep quiet and a reasonable chance that if she didn't I could keep the lid on her mother one way or another.  Cupping her soft buttocks I drew my fingers into her cheeks to feel the softness and to draw her forward slightly to come between my open legs.  "Tuti, stop crying," I said.  "I'm not going to call the police and I won't tell your mommy about the chocolate bar.  And I will let you and your mommy stay here but only if you do something for me," I said.

She stopped crying but the trauma had left her with hiccups.  "Thank you, Mr.  Eddie," she said "I'm so sorry!  I promise I won't take your chocolate bars ever again.  I promise I'll be a good girl.  I promise, I promise," she said hiccupping.

As she babbled away, I decided to test her willingness to submit by feeling the cheeks of her bare bottom.  I dropped my hands down and up under the back of her shirt and slipped them under the flapping sides of her very loose panties and gently stroke her bare buttocks.  She looked at me with a question mark on her face but no other reaction.

Her bottom was sooooo soft.  "If I do all these things for you Tuti, you must do something for me," I asserted.  "What must I do Mr. Eddie?" she asked.  "Well Tuti," I explained, "you know that Mrs. Eddie is in England, I don't have any mommy or little girl to love me.  I need to have a special friend.  I need a pretty little girl who can take my mommy's place and be my secret special friend.  You're a pretty girl.  I'd like you to be my secret special friend...would you like to my secret special friend?" I asked.

"Yes sir," she said without knowing what the job entailed.  I held my  arms open and I pulled her onto my lap.  Sitting on my left knee with her legs dangling between mine she wrapped her arms around me.  I held her with my left arm under hers with my hand a the side of her chest, fingers resting on the side of her left tit.  Her head resting on my chest I reminded myself that there was an eight year old brain in that twelve year old head.  I stroked her face whilst lowering my head to smell her hair.  It was pure little girl smell, no hint of soap or shampoo just her natural scent.

Putting a finger under her chin I raised her face to have her big brown eyes meet mine.  "Of course, being secret special friends means I won't tell anybody about your stealing.  I'll keep it a secret from your mommy, and I won't tell anybody any of our secrets and nobody will know we are special friends.  You must not tell anybody not even your mommy that we are secret special friends because if your mommy finds out I won't be able to let you stay here.  Do you understand Tuti?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.  "Do you still want to be my special friend?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.  "Do you still want to love me?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.

"Show me how much you wan to love me," I said.  She squeezed me tightly with her arms and forces the side of her face into my chest.  Delicately stroking the side of her tit over her shirt.  "That's nice Tuti" I said, "but I need a more loving than just a squeeze.  How do you show someone that you really love them?" I asked.  She put a finger on her lip.  What was going trough her head?  I wondered.  "How do mommies and daddies show each other they love each other?" I asked.  "They kiss," she said.  "I want us to love each other like mommies and daddies," I said.  "Do you want to love me like a mommies and daddies?" I asked.  "Yes Mr.  Eddie" she replied.

"Show me then Tuti," I commanded.  Turing her head up to me she closed her eyes and shyly kissed my lips with a little girl kiss.  "That's nice Tuti," I said, "I am sure I'm going to love you so much and you're going to be my very best special friend, but I have no mommy here and I need more than kisses, I need that extra special love that mommies and daddies have. Can you give me that extra special love?" I asked.  Looking into my eyes with her finger in her mouths she nodded her head.  I smiled at her reassuringly.  "Do you know what that extra special love is Tuti?" I asked. "No sir," she replied.  "Have you seen your mommy and daddy loving each  other?" I asked.  "I don't have a daddy but have seen mommy and Adi," she said.  "Who's Adi?" I asked.  "Adi is mommy's boyfriend in our village," she replied.  "What do they do Tuti?" I asked.  "They do sex stuff," she replied.  "What kind of sex stuff do they do?" I asked her.  "Mommy puts Adi's thing between her legs and sometimes in her mouth.  I pretend to be asleep," she said, "but they wake me up making noises." "What's Adi's thing?" I asked.  "That thing in there," she said pointing at my crotch. "That's a good girl Tuti," I told her and taking her head in my hands I put my lips on hers and I kissed her.

Pulling back, I Iooked at her and smiled; she smiled back.  Her big brown eyes were now dry but still puffy, her soft lips were pink and full. Stroking her cheek and kissing her again I noted that she was kissing back. "Tuti, I need you to do something to prove to me that you're can be my secret special friend and that you are brave enough.  I want you to know that whilst you're my secret special friend I will never hurt you and always love you but you need to be brave and do something to prove you love me, will you do that for me?" I asked.  "Yes Mr.  Edward," she replied.  "I  want us to do some of the extra special things like mommy and Adi do.  Can we do that Tuti?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she replied.  "Tuti, you know that thing you pointed to before, between my legs?  I want you to put your hands inside my pants and I want you to squeeze my thing as tight as you can. Will you do that for me, Tuti?" I asked.  Looking down at my crotch she nodded her head.  "That's a good girl," I said.  "Don't be afraid, just slide your hands inside and squeeze tightly."

I unbuckled my belt and lower my zip to expose my underpants and the huge bulge beneath.  I took her hand and placed it at the top of my underpants and watched as she slowly slid her small hand beneath.  As her fingers touched the tip of my knob an electric shock ran through my body and perhaps her hand as her hand jumped back an inch before tentatively returning to gently touch my hot meat.

"That's a good girl," I said.  "Take hold of him and give him a big squeeze so he knows you love him." She slid her hand down and around my shaft and she squeezed tightly.

"That's a good girl," I told her.  "Squeeze him and let go and squeeze him again, like this," I told her whilst showing her, my fist making a pumping action.  My dick was throbbing, and the action of her pumping it just accentuated it, as she squeezes off the blood supply and then released it to rush up my shaft and expand my bell end.  By now a largish damp spot has formed on my underpants as the pre-cum oozes out.

Stroking and smelling her hair, I looked down on her head which was looking down at her hand moving under my underpants and I wondered what she was thinking.  Does she know what she's doing?  At a mental age of eight she could still be a 'concrete thinker' and consequently what she cannot see does not exist.  Like an ostrich burying it's head in the sand believing that if it can't see the lion, the lion can't see the ostrich.   It's difficult to know what someone at that stage of mental development  understands.  Either way I was sure, it was a good idea not to start waving my dicks at her for the moment.

"That's sooooo nice Tuti!  You're such a good girl I can see I am going to have to buy you a little gift.  Would you like that?" I asked.  "Yes please, Mr Edward," she said looking up at me and smiling with those big brown eyes and full lips.  "Don't stop squeezing," I told her as she was momentarily distracted thinking about what I might buy for her.  "Mr Edward you've peed your pants!" she said.  "No Tuti," I told her, "That's not pee, that's love juice".  "It comes out of the end of a man's widgy when he loves somebody".  "The more he loves somebody the more love juice he makes,  keep squeezing him and see how much juice you can make," I told her.

Now it was time to distract her before I came in my pants, I told myself.  "Tuti, you've made me very happy and now I want to prove I love you by putting my hand in your pants.  Would you like that Tuti?" I asked. "OK," she said sounding a little unsure.  I lifted her shirt to expose her shabby hole-riddled panties.  Through the holes I can see some fuzz.  The panties were so baggy that I was unable to make out any definition of shape to her cunt.  Careful not to startle her, I carefully slid my hand down the front of her panties.  My finger tips instantly sending details to my brain of what they found.  It was quite pronounced, not fat but pronounced. Pressing my finger slightly I tested the depth of flesh and it was just a little puffy, I reached the top of her slit and felt the start of her downy fuzz and an increase in heat.

Pausing to see if there is any signs of distress, I continued running my middle finger down her slit, my finger quickly coming in contact with her clit.  It was the size of a big pimple.  As I gently caressed her clit I felt her body tense and her hand squeeze my dick even harder as she experienced a new sensation.  Circling and stroking her clit I felt her body wriggle slightly, she was moving her bottom and squeezes her legs together trying to understand this new feeling.

Continuing down my middle finger parted her slit like a plough through a field.  With both sides of her slit either side of my finger I delighted in the heat and sticky wetness.  Finally I arrived at the her hole.  I tested her sensitivity ever so carefully by tapping my finger at the entrance.  I wonder what she was feeling, certainly something was happening as I felt her producing more lubricant.  I bent my finger at the knuckle joint bringing my digit inside her little love hole.  She jumped.

 "Are you OK?" I asked her.  "Did I hurt you?" "No," she said.  "It doesn't hurt." "What does it feel like?" I asked her.  "It feels strange, it's tickly," she said.  "Tuti can I have a look at your widgy?" I asked. "It feels so soft and nice, I'll bet it's sooooo pretty, I would love to see it." "OK," she said.  I picked her up and kissing her lips, I smiled at her and she smiled back.  "Sit back on the sofa," I told her.  She sat back and I got up and knelt on the floor in front of her.  I raised her shirt and taking the sides of her panties I gently pulled them down.  As they folded down a wet patch was exposed at her crotch.  "Mr.  Edward, I've wet myself," she said.  "No you haven't,' I explained, "that's your love juice. Remember I explained that my widgy produced love juice when he was stroked by someone he loved?  Well your widgy also produces love juice when she's stroked by someone whom she loves.  That's your love juice proving you love me."

Reassured, she smiled and lay back.  I focused on her beautiful 12 year    old cunt.  It had all the freshness and beauty of innocent youth coupled with the to produce pleasure for us both.  Her pubic hair was sparse, just turning from fuzz to real hair, a few strand folding inwards at the top of her slit.  Her stomach was as flat as a billiard table and rose slightly over her pubic bone to produce a small mound, her lips are parted slightly and her inner lips protrude through just slightly.  I inhaled a nose-full of twelve year old girl smell as her juices evaporated and rose into my nostrils.  The smell of virgin juice, juice stored for twelve years, juice that is full of metamorphic hormones, juice that has been bottled up waiting to flow since she started puberty.

The brain in my head was trying to savour the sight and smells, whilst  fighting off messages from the brain in my dick.  Dick brain is trying to convince me that I release the pressure in my balls by emptying the contents in her womb.  Head brain is telling me to take it slowly, to nurture and cultivate her over time and explore all her options.  Her eyes darted from my face to her cunt as if she tried to work out what it is that had mesmerised me.

She held her shirt up past her navel seemingly not exactly sure which part of her anatomy is of most interest to me.  I decided I wanted to see her tits.  Taking hold of her hands I smiled at her and gave her hands a little jerk upwards.  She smiled back and obviously understanding the prompt she raised her shirt over her tits to allow me full view.  THEY WERE GORGEOUS!  Perfectly conical, jutting straight forward to a point flattened off only slightly by her nipple.  The areola was mid brown against the beige colour of her skin.  The areola extends around her nipple giving it a 1 1/2" diameter, the whole tit jutted forward about 3" maybe 3  1/2".

Her tits totally defied gravity, they laughed at gravity, not altering direction by a single degree as the stand straight forward.  In fact they have a gravitational pull of their own which I can feel pulling on my mouth. I placed my hands lightly at the top and drew them down simultaneously over both cones experiencing the different texture under my finger tips as the travelled across, tit to areola to nipple and again down the other side.  I cupped my hands around the side of each tit and stroked them up and down as if lightly wanking them.  I looked into her face to see her smiling back at me clearly delighted that such a small thing to her is such big thing to me.  Bringing my finger and thumbs either side of her areola I slid them upwards to lightly pinch and tweak her nipples careful not to hurt her sensitive bits.  Finally I lower my mouth to the right tit and try to swallow it.

Oooooh, the softness, the texture, the sweetness!  I rolled my tongue round her areola and nipple marvelling at how skin can be so soft.  I was now lost, all good intentions gone.  I wanted her twelve year old body badly.  I wanted to explore her body, her mind, her feelings.  I slid down her body leaving little baby kisses as I went, lingering on her navel as a slowly and relentlessly I progressed towards her pleasure centre.  The first thing to hit my senses as my chin reaches the top of her pubis was the smell.  Clearly and unmistakable the smell of evaporating hot little girl juice.

It was a clear clean smell made up of oestrogen and all the other female hormones designed by god to drive me to near madness.  This little girl smell was unadulterated by any foreign smell of soap or other scents; it was pure.  As my mouth arrived onto of her pubis and met the start of her pubic hair I felt her breath quicken.  With my arms extended, I lightly stroked her tits as my extended tongue searched past her light fluffy down and sparse hair to find the top of her slit.  As my tongue slid between her  pussy lips I felt her body arch slightly before dropping back.  I tongued the centre of her slit broad flat of my tongue whilst using the tip of my tongue to search for her clitoris.

Like an Exocet missile it found its quarry and wriggled under her hood to find its base.  Her body arched again and she let out a little squeaky noise like a seal barking in the distance.  I attempted to suck her clit from it's roots, the tip of my tongue trying to dig it out from under its hood.  Feeling her rhythmically panting in time with her squeaks I dropped my tongue down to find her hole and attempted to get in as deep as I could. I drove it forward into a very tight, very wet, very warm place.  Not very far inside I came up against her hymen; she was a virgin!  My tongue was probably the first thing to ever enter this place.  The first time she'd felt something inside her pleasure tube.  The first time she'd felt these new feelings. 

A hymen, a rare thing in my world.  With the tip of my tongue I explored its form, I pushed at it exploring its tensile strength.  I could feel a small hole in it maybe even more than one.  I was lost in exploration when suddenly she screamed out as her body was wracked with waves of pleasure from her first orgasm.  I rose up to see her contorted, confused face, her eyes opened and almost all white as they role up to the top of her head.  Finally her orgasm subsided and she lay motionless, her eyes closed.  I sat besides her and bringing her head onto my chest I stroked her hair and kiss her forehead.

Eyes blinking, she came back into the real world, "What happened?" she asked.  How do I explain to an eight year old head what a twelve year old body did.  "I love you so much Tuti, I wanted to make you feel good so I did that special thing for you so that you could have that special tingly feeling in your body.  Did it feel nice?" I asked.  "It was strange" she said.  "I never felt that before, everything was tingly and spinning, I thought I was going to wet myself." Raising herself she placed her hand between her legs.  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I think I did wet myself!."  "No Tuti," I explained, "you haven't wet yourself, that's not wee-wee, that's the love juice I told you about earlier.  Your body must have loved what I did so much it produced lots of love juice, it makes me so happy when you produce lots of love juice because it shows how much you love me," I explained.  "I think we need a coke and some cookies," I said.  "Would you like that?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she said.

As I got the coke and cookies, I watched her make her way down the  hallway to the bathroom, on very wobbly legs, panties in hand.  I set out the cokes and cookies on the coffee table, before making my way to the bathroom.  The toilet door was open and I found her sat on the toilet looking a little dazed.  Sitting on the side of the bath next to her I saw from the contents of the bowl that she has already successfully emptied her bladder and seemed to be just sitting there a little dazed, taking her hand I asked her "Are you OK?"

"Yes," she said, "but I'm still a bit spinny and tingly." "Let me help you" I said.  Running a facecloth across the soap and under warm water I raised her to her feet.  Kneeling on one knee in front of her I gently wiped her crotch.  She parted her legs slightly as I pushed the cloth right under crotch to clean between her buttock cheeks beyond.  I wiped away all traces of past events.

My face inches from her cunt, I mused at its beauty and gasped inwardly as I noted her inner labia lips hanging down about half an inch from her slit parting outwards as they exited.  I suppose cunts are like faces, they're all the same and they're all different.  The sameness that gives us pleasure and the difference gives us curiosity.  And again like faces, I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  Protruding labia lips are possible not beautiful but they're certainly attractive.

All clean I helped her with her panties, kissed her forehead, smiled and waited for the reassuring return smile before leading her back to the sofa and our cookies and coke.  Whilst we had our snack I did most the talking whilst she stared into space.

"Mr Edward," she said, "will I now be spinny and tingly forever?" "No, Tuti," I reassured her, "you still feel it because it was your first time, next time it will feel lovely and won't make you spinny.  Why don't you have a lay down and have a little sleep?  You will wake up without the spinny feeling." Taking her hand I walked her to their room and pulled out her bed (a mattress from under her mother's bed). I tucked her in and kissed her good bye.

Back at the office I headed straight for the toilet, where I reflected  upon events of the day whilst stroking my rigidly hard dick and aching balls.  I had never in my life enjoyed sex as much without sticking my dick in something.  I wanted to go straight back and take up where I'd left off, but my semen spent, reality kicked in and I turned my attention to planning my escape should the wheel come off.  Back at my desk I checked on flights and seat availability and recovered my passport from the safe.

I went to the bank and got a wedge of cash in case it proved necessary to bribe Suja, the police of anybody else.  On the way home, I spent some time in the department store looking for an appropriate gift for Tuti.  I bought her a colouring book and crayons.  In between planning my escape I'd also examined ways in which I might get time with Tuti should the wheel stay on.  I knew she didn't go to school and I thought I might ask Suja if I could try and teach her to read and write and the colouring book might appear appropriate within that context.

I got back to my apartment at about 4.30pm.  Coming through the front door on I could see the T.V.  playing cartoons.  Walking up to the sofa there was Tuti fast asleep curled up, her knees up to her chest and her thumb I her mouth.  The front of her shirt had fallen forward and looking down I could see her left tit.  I stood there for some moments just admiring its beauty.

 Moving down the back of the sofa to the other end I could see her bottom exposed and was delighted to fined that one of the many holes in her panties lay directly over her vagina.  A hole no doubt caused by years of scratching and poking by busy little fingers.  I could just make out her protruding labia lips through the hole and noted how moist they looked.  I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of fresh orange juice. 

Sitting on the floor in front of her I examined her pretty face, her smooth complexion and full lips; barely a sign of her breathing.  Smiling broadly with much contentment, I stroked her hair softly.  She open her eyes and smiled back. Leaning forward with puckered lips, she closed her eyes and we kissed
lightly.  "Here you are," I said.  "I poured you some orange juice." Sitting up she stretched and yawned giving me full view of the inside of one of the holes I hope to fill.  Reaching out she took the glass and holding it with both hands she drank.  "How do you feel?" I asked.  "I feel fine," she said.  "Are we still secret special friends?" I asked her.  She smiled and nodded her head.  I sat next to her and she leaned into me resting her head on my chest.  We watched cartoons together.  Or to be more precise I watched her watching the cartoons, she totally absorbed in the ridiculous events on screen.  Me totally absorbed with the smell of her hair.

Just about 6pm the intercom buzzed, it was Suja buzzing for me to open the electric security gates to let her in.  "It's your mom Tuti, go to your room now," I told her, "and remember we don't want your mom to know our secrets especially the chocolate bar." "Yes sir!" she said and ran off.

I spent the next half hour nervously waiting for Suja to come at me screaming or for the police to knock on the door.  Overcome by fear and impatience, I knocked at their door and Suja answered "Yes sir," she said, without any hint of anything wrong in her face.

Holding out the colouring book and crayons "Hello Suja," I said, "I saw these things today and thought Tuti needed rewarding for being so quiet and well behaved." "Thank you, Mr Edward" she said, "you're very kind." She called Tuti to the door.  Tuti stepped forward her head lowered, she stood there coyly.  "Look at what Mr Edward has bought for you" Suja said to her. "What do you say?" Suja asked.  "Thank you, Mr Edward!" Tuti responded as she enthusiastically examined her gift her face beaming with delight.

"Does Tuti go to school?" I asked "No, Mr. Edward sir, Tuti's got brain  damage.  I told you about that," she said.  "I understand that Suja, but she may still be able to learn to read and write, if you would like me to, I'd be happy to give her some lessons when I'm free." "Thank you, Mr Edward" she said, "you're very kind." Leaving them, I made my way to the bar at the golf club to celebrate my relief.

Next morning, Friday, morning is one of Suja's mornings for cleaning my place.  I was on the sofa watching the news, eating my cereal when she came from her room.  "Good morning sir" she said, "Thank you for the gift, Tuti wants to know if you'd like to see her work in the colouring book." "I'd love to" I said.

Tuti was waiting by the door hopping up and down excitedly.  Suja called her and she ran to me.  Standing by my side she handed me the book.  I slapped my knee motioning for her to sit there and with my arm around her slender waist I made the appropriate comments of admiration as she flicked through five or six pages she's coloured in.  I drank in the smell of her unwashed over night body smells.  I'm not talking armpits, I'm talking about nature's natural scent, a mixture of hormones and body chemicals made by nature to attract male to female and vice versa.  I inhaled her scent, a scent unadulterated by man made chemicals.  I admired the point of her nipples pushing the front of her shirt forward.

Looking at her hands flick through the pages I wonder if those little fingers had been exploring the source of those new feelings from inside her body as she played back in her mind the experience of the day before.

"Come Tuti, don't pester Mr Edward, he has to get ready for work," Suja ordered and obediently Tuti skipped off.  I engaged Suja in conversation asking her whether she'd been successful finding work and she said she was fully employed all week including Saturday morning and some Sundays, when
employers need help cleaning up after their BBQs.  I asked her if she took Tuti with her and whether she was training her to be a maid.  She said that she took Tuti when she had employment in houses where the employers were
out at work and she left her here if the employer's wife was at home.  I pressed her for how much time Tuti was left alone here and she revealed that she was left here on Tuesday mornings, Wednesday afternoons, all day Thursday and Saturday mornings.

I got a call from Sarah during the day to tell me how much she missed me and how much she'd been enjoying our video in my absence.  She asked if I was playing golf on Saturday with George and if I would be joining them at the restaurant on Saturday evening.  She told me she was hoping that George would be out of town one day during the week and asked if I could join her if he was.  I tried to show enthusiasm in my voice but it was difficult, all I could think of was my new twelve year old friend.

I got home from work that day at about 5pm.  Tuti was waiting for me with a big smile as I arrived and looking excited.  She was wearing a yellow cotton sundress with bright yellow flowers.  It was obviously someone's cast off, but it wasn't distressed, it fitted her made her look older and even prettier.  She was in bare feet and obviously braless.  "Mr. Eddie, I've finished my colouring book," she said.  "Do you want to see?"

"Yes I do Tuti!" I said.  "What a pretty dress!" I told her.  "Turn around and let me see you." She spun round on her bare feet, quite proud of herself.  I sat on the sofa and tapped my left knee motioning for her to sit there whilst she showed me her book.  I patiently admired the detail and reasoning behind why the pig was coloured blue whilst holding her waist and stroking her knee.  "Are you still my secret special friend Tuti?" I asked her.

Looking at me and smiling "Yes Mr.  Eddie!" she said.  "Do secret special friends get a kiss?" I asked.  Leaning forward she kissed my lips with her soft cherry flavoured puckered lips.  "Is that what you call a kiss?" I said.  "That's a baby kiss!  Is that the best kiss you have?" With a little giggle and smiling broadly she threw her arms around my head and pulled our lips together pressing as hard as she could obviously thinking that the harder the kiss the more feeling there was behind it.  Enjoying the innocence of her kiss I allowed my hand to slide under her dress and rub her thigh just below her crotch my hand dipping to a warm place between her legs.

Leaving my hand there, not touching her pussy but close enough for us both to knew it's a special place I said, "Tuti, I get really lonely sleeping in my bed alone, tomorrow morning, when your mommy leaves will you come to my room so that we can cuddle in bed together?" She nodded her head, "OK," she said.

To add to her interest just in case the prospects didn't have the same appeal to her as it did for me I said, "And, why don't you bring your dolly, because I want to talk you about whether we need to buy you a new dolly." She lifted her big brown eyes and stared straight into my eyes looking for any clues of what I was planning.  "Would you like that?" I asked.  "Yes sir," she said.  "You mustn't tell mommy, understand?" I said. "No sir" she said.  "OK" I said, confirming the plan, "As soon as you mommy leave for work in the morning, you just come to my room and we can cuddle together." Cupping the side of her face with both hands I drew her to my lips and kissed her.  "I love you very much," I told her; she smiled.  I the left her to join the lads at the bar in the club.

Next morning I was awakened by a little hand rocking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes to see Tuti, in her limp T-shirt, smiling at me, one hand on my shoulder the other wrapped around her dolly.  I smiled back, and pulled the sheets aside sufficient for her to get in without exposing my morning glory.  She climbed in and alongside me.  Both laying on our sides, facing each other I took her dolly from her, "Shall we tuck dolly in on the other side?" I asked; she nodded.  I stroked her face, so pretty, so innocent.  I planted a baby kiss on her lips.  "You're a very pretty girl Tuti," I told her.  "You look like a little angel." She smiled and we baby kissed again. I slid my hand behind her and up under her shirt to stroke her smooth, soft, back, feeling her bony little shoulder blades whilst lingering on our kiss and smelling her body scent.

"You have such pretty lips, they look like they're good enough to eat,"  I told her, causing her to giggle.  Kissing her again I run my tongue along  her lips whilst sliding my hand down her back and inside the back of her panties to stroke her soft globes.  Stroking her bottom I felt a delicious temperature rise and humidity as I traversed the crack between her cheeks.

"I love you Tuti" I told her.  "I want to kiss you like Adi kisses your mommy.  Can we do that?" I asked.  She nodded.  I encircled her sweet lips with mine and gently parted her lips with my tongue and slid my tongue through her teeth I tickled the tip of her tongue with mine whilst at the same time pulling her body to me.  With my hand on her bottom, my middle finger explored the warmth of the crack of her arse.  At the front I could feel the delightful soft pressure her pointed cones brought onto my chest. I looked into her big brown eyes and in silence I raised my hands and stroked her tits through her shirt, marvelling at their shape, the contradiction of both firmness and softness.

 "Can we take this shirt off?" I asked.  She nodded.  I raised her shirt, she lifting her arms to assist.  I watched as the shirt rose and her cones were exposed.  Stroking them gently I marvelled at their magnificence. Her eyes darted back and forth from my hands to my eyes, she bemused by my delight.  I gently kneaded them, squashed them, pushed them, pulled them and with the pads of my digits I tested the texture of them concentrating on the areola and nipples, so smooth and so soft yet so firm. Finally I lowered my mouth to suck on them like a hungry baby.  Oh joy, one in my mouth and one in my hand, these were the most perfect tits in the world!  I wondered how long I would have with her to watch them grow to see if they became even more perfect.  Pulling back I focused on the area of my deliberations, her areola and nipple now glistening with my spit and slightly pinker than it's neighbour.  I looked at her face, smiling with the satisfaction knowing that she owns something which is a source of great joy.  I kissed her and having learnt big girl kisses from our last kiss she returned my efforts move for move our tongues dancing together.  Stroking her soft bottom I drew her forward hugging her.

"What did you mean when you said you wanted to talk about a new dolly?" she asked.  "What I meant Tuti, was that you make me sooooo happy I want to make you happy." "Are you going to buy me a new dolly?" she asked.  "I want to buy you a special dolly, but the special dolly is very expensive," I said "If we can love each other in a very special way, I would want to buy you that very special dolly." "I do love you special" she said.

I smiled, "the kind of special I am talking about Tuti, is the special way that your mommy and Adi love each other," I told her.  She paused, I could see the little cogs in her head tracking back to what she'd seen her mommy and Adi doing and trying to work out what the special love bits were. "OK " she said.  Not sure that she's thinking about the same thing I'm thinking, I watched for a reaction on her face as I slide my hand down her tummy and inside the front of her panties.  A smiled formed on her face.  She knew it was naughty but she also knew that there is no right and wrong for me because I make the rules, I have all the answers.  She smiled because she felt content, warm, secure, excited and curious.  Unlike me she didn't need to search for reasons why she felt this way she just did.  My attentions to her gave her the security and protection of a father, the strength, power and wealth of a husband and the confidence brought by a flattering of a lover.

 I wondered how much she understood of the 'dolly deal'.  Does she know  it means my dick entering her body?  Does she know it means losing her virginity?  Does she know it'll be painful first time?  Does she even know what virginity is?  She probably didn't know that she would suffer some pain shed some blood.  As my fingers reached the light coat of downy fur on her pubis I paused briefly to run my fingers side to side savouring the silky softness of her downy fuzz.  It was like stroking; well it was actually like stroking a pussy!

Continuing down, as my middle finger reached the start of her slit I  pressed in, my intrusion causing her to jerk slightly.  Her hand squeezed my arm in fear or apprehension.  I continued down and deeper, her lips parting as my finger ploughed them apart, her slit ever wetter and warmer the deeper I went.  My finger reaches her clit which causes another automatic jerk from her body and her knuckles turned white as her fingers dug into my arm.  Easing my finger under her hood I gently massage her clit. Our eyes were locked into each other, each looking for some reaction from the other.  As the pleasure started to flow, she closed her eyes, her breathing increased, her lips parted and emitting little mewing noises.

"Tuti" I said, drawing her back from dreamland, "Does that feel good?" "Yes sir" she said.  I said "I also want to feel good, will you squeeze my widgy like I showed you." She brought her hand under the sheets and down my chest and making contact with my genitals she fumbled around until she had hold of my shaft and began rhythmically squeezing.  With her eyes closed again, she enjoyed the feelings my finger brought to her groin.

"Tuti" once again I disturb her journey, "I want to put my widgy inside   you here." I slid my finger down her slit burying the digit just inside her hole.  "Will it hurt?" she asked.  "There's a little piece of skin just inside, it might hurt a little when I push my widgy past that piece of skin, I don't want to hurt you because you're my little angel so I'm going  to try and make the hole bigger and little bit at a time even if it takes weeks." I could see from the expression on her face that she wasn't happy.

Holding her face I kissed her lips, "Have I upset you?" "Will I have to  wait weeks for my dolly?" she said.  I smiled.  She wanted that dolly badly and was prepared the have her hole ripped open by my hot angry meat if that's what it took to get the doll.

"Lets have a look hey and see how tight it is, maybe it'll go in first time," I said.  Smiling back she nodded enthusiastically.  Pulling the sheets back and exposing our nakedness, I slid down and off the end of the bed.  Taking her ankles I carefully turned her onto her back.  Standing over and in front of her I noticed her looking at my erect penis which was pointing right at her.  Her eyes were wide and fixed on the angry creature that would soon be snaking its way between her legs.  It might not impress the guys in the locker room but I am sure it looked quite enormous to her. In contrast she looked so innocent, so vulnerable, her tits standing erect from her chest, her pussy still covered by another pair dirty grey/yellow coloured, over-washed, limp panties.  Taking hold them I unceremoniously pulled them down and off her legs exposing her full nakedness to my view.  She was BEAUTIFUL, innocent, pure, a true virgin in every sense of the word.  Her face expressionless, her eyes darted from my face, to my dick, to her crotch and back.

Placing my hands either side of her knees I lifted and parted her legs watching her slit part and take with them her labia lips exposing her hole. I brought her legs right up and over so that her feet were either side of her head.  "Hold onto your legs sweetheart, so I can take a look," I instructed.  Folding her hands around her legs she locked them in place.  I lowered my chest to the bed my face inches from her secret places and with my senses heightened by the adrenaline coursing through my veins I drank in the view.

Her legs were pulled so far back, her bottom was raised up off the bed and her cheeks parted bringing her pretty little rosebud into view.  A mid brown colour set against the beige of her skin, her sphincter wrinkled and collapsing in on itself to form a tight barrier to anything trying to enter or exit.  Her vulva and labia lips parted, her hole was open about half an inch to exposing a glistening entrance to the pink interior.  "That's a good girl" I told her reassuringly, "You have the prettiest little coochy I have ever seen." Rising slightly I looked up and along her body to see her smiling back.  "Will it fit?" she asked, hoping it would.  "I'll just take a closer look," I told her.

With my fingers either side of her vagina I pulled to the sides opening her hole to about an inch maybe a little less but enough to see down inside the pink cavity to her hymen.  Her juices formed a little pool at the southern edge of her hymen.  I could smell the delicate scent of her sex. Each time she relaxed the grip on her leg her bottom dropped slightly and the pool of juice overflowed and run down to her anus.  The heat of her body was causing so much of her juice to evaporate and rise to my nose I was feeling dizzy.  Oh, that smell!  Those little molecules of girl juice in the air going up my nose and hitting the nerve endings sent electric shocks right to my knob end causing it to throb in an attempt to explode. My dick was spewing out pre-cum like a leaky tap.  Her hymen had two holes in it, the largest being about a quarter inch wide.  There was no way it was going to be painless.

"Will it fit?," she asked again.  "Yes sweetheart it will certainly fit, it just might be a bit tight first time, I don't want to hurt you," I said. "Come down the bed and let me try" I suggested.  Lifting her hips I pulled her to the bottom of the bed so that with me on my knees, her holes presented themselves to me at dick height.  Holding my shaft I brought my bell end in contact with her entrance and rubbing it up and down I enjoyed the tingles whilst watching my pre-cum mix with her juice and spread over her love holes.  Rocking minutely backwards and forwards I stabbed my helmet at her entrance watching the head end go inside her but not beyond the ridge.

The sight of her vagina stretched obscenely, satisfied every depraved thought I'd ever had.  The sight and smell of our juices flowing freely and mingling some evaporating as perfume to my nose caused a vicious cycle, causing more juice to flow and more to evaporate.  I wanted to push forward and bury myself in her until our pubic bones met.  I wanted to fill her love hole with my seed, pump it into her cervix.  My balls were aching to explode.  Her knuckles were white as she pulled her legs back like a contortionist.  She bit her lip trying to endure the discomfort.  Testing the possibilities I pushed a little harder and she screamed bringing me back to earth.

"Ouch, that hurt!" she said.  "Let's try another way," I suggested.  "You get on top of me, you will be able to stop pushing if it hurts." I kissed her and told her how much I loved her.  Laying back I lifted her over me.  "Kneel either side of me" I instructed, "I'll hold myself and you lower yourself onto me."

Holding my dick by the shaft, I presented it perpendicular to my body. She carefully positioned her hole over my dick and lowered herself.  Biting her bottom lips she gently tested her pain threshold as the tip of my dick entered her hole.  As she bobbed up and down, my dick bent against the tight entrance before slipping out and up the front of her slit.  She fell forward onto my chest where she paused to catch her breath. Turning her head to mine I kissed her deeply and our tongues entwined.   Rocking my hips I slid my dick backward and forward along the length of her slit and over her clit.  She moaned and I felt her hot juices running down onto my scrotum.  Cupping the cheeks of her arse with my hands I pulled her to me increasing the pressure between our genitals.  I was not in her hole but the feeling of the sensitive underside of my dick sliding along her slit and nudging her clit was amazing.

Kissing with all the passion she could raise she let out little noises like a puppy crying.  Sliding my right hand between her buttocks the digit of my middle finger found her sphincter.  Slick with her juices it offered little resistance as my finger slid in up to the first knuckle.  Loosing any concern with rhythm timing or anything else suddenly her little bottom increases the tempo as she ground herself into me before l letting out a gasp as orgasm flooded her body.  Unable to hold back any longer I mentally let go, allowing orgasm to engulf my body and my balls to eject their contents.

Sponk screamed along my dick and exited between our bodies to dissipate flattened between our stomachs.  As our orgasms subsided her sphincter awakened and tightening it squeezed my finger out.  Her head now rested on
my chest, our hearts pounded whilst we lay there to recover.

Stroking her hair I whispered in her ear, "That felt so good Tuti, my whole body is tingling, you are amazing.  Thank you." She made no reply.  "Tuti, are you OK?" I asked.  "Yes," she said, "I'm still tingly and my head's a bit swimmy." Content, we lay there and fell asleep.  I woke and checked the clock.  It was 09.50am I must have slept for about 30 minutes.  My little lover, curled up by my side, slept on soundly.  Pulling up the sheets to protect her modesty, I covered her nakedness.  Leaving her, I made us a cup of tea and some toast.

Returning, I sat on the bed and stroked my lover's hair. Her eyes opened and her face smiled as she focused on me.  "I've made us some tea and toast" I told her.  Sitting up in bed she sipped her tea as I watched her, her face silent in deep thought, her tits still a source of amazement and delight to my eyes.  Putting one hand beneath the sheets I watched as she probed between her legs.  "Ouch, it's still there," she said probing her hymen. "Don't worry sweetheart," I told her stroking her face, "you just drink your tea and have some toast whilst I run us a nice bath."  Bringing a hand mirror back from the bathroom, "would you like to try and look the piece of skin inside you?" I asked her.  "How?" she asked.  "Here, you take this mirror and I'll hold you open so you can look inside," I told her.

Pulling back the sheets I raised her legs right back over her shoulders like before.  Taking a hand either side of her pussy I opened her tight little twelve year old hole to expose her pink interior.  She raised her head from the pillow and positioned the mirror to reflect the view.  "Can you see that piece of skin, about an inch inside?  It's a whitish pink colour and has two little holes in it," I asked.  "Yes," she said.  "That's a very thin piece of skin and it needs to be broken so I can get my widgy inside you and make you feel good without causing you pain," I told her.  Lowering her legs and taking her hand, "Come, let's clean up," I said as I led our naked bodies to the bathroom.  I delighted at the sight of her little tits bobbing slightly in time with her steps.

As I was about to climb into the tub she halted me, "I need to pee" she said.  I watched her little bottom as she turned to the toilet and sat on the seat.  I knelt in front of her leaving her in no doubt that I wanted to watch the event.  She smiled as she realised I wanted to watch, her eyes darting from my eyes to her crotch and back.  I waited admiring her beautiful cunt, noting how at the top of her slit the furry down fuzz had turned the thin sparse black pubic hairs which grew sideways towards the slit.

I noted how her supposedly inner labia lips were too large to remain inner lips and had pushed out through her slit, only just peeping out at the front but as her slit travelled under her, the lips, either by size of by gravity, protruded out about half and inch parting in the middle and starting to curl outwards.  Without warning and with a sudden spurt, water splattered awkwardly out from between her lips the flow slowing before quickening and forming into a concentrated direct stream of warm amber water.  Placing my hand in the flow I delighted in the warmth as the smell of her urine rose to my nose.  Hearing a little giggle I looked up I see her smiling as she watched herself pissing on my hand.  As the strength of the flow subsided I removed my hand to watch as the direct jet returned back to an awkward splattering, falling from her slit and finally to a dribble and then drips from the bottom of her labia lips.

Reaching forward with my upturned hand, with the tip of my finger, I probed and explored the texture of her dangling labia lips, totally limp soft folds of her inner vagina extended outwards.  Taking some paper I dabbed her wetness before taking her hand and leading her to the bath.

Stepping into the waist-deep water, I turned her and sat us down with her back to me sat between my legs.  She leaned back with her back resting on my chest, her head on my shoulder.  I soaped her chest, massaging her lovely tits, drawing patterns with my fingers in the soap and enjoying the added softness the soap brought to her already super soft areola.  I pulled her up my body slightly to raise her crotch above water level and I soaped her tummy and pubis, washing away the crusty remains of our earlier pleasure.  She had just sufficient pubic fur for the soap to form bubbles. Sliding my finger down her slit I massaged her clit, occasionally sliding my finger down dipping it into her hole.  I was rewarded by little squeaks and moans telling me how much pleasure I was delivering.

Reaching under her I pulled my dick from under her bottom so that it stood up between her legs in front of her slit making her look like she had a dick.  We both watched as I pushed my shaft into her slit burying it between her folds.  I stroked my cock massaging the purple head against her clit.  The smooth, warm, slippy movement and bump on her clit sent waves of pleasure flowing from my knob end through my body.  I took her hand and placing the palm of her hand on my shaft, encouraging her to continue with more of the same.  I was in heaven and I didn't want to leave.  Taking her left hand I placed it on my balls and encouraged her to stroke them.  We both watched as she enthusiastically administered pleasure to my throbbing meat.  Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body and back down to  my dick sending a continuous flow of pre-cum from the tip adding to the slick slide across her clit.  Unable to hold on any longer, I entered nirvana and with a final and overwhelming pleasure wave, the first burst of semen burst from the tip of my knob landing splat on her tummy.

That was something she hadn't seen before and it caused her to drop my dick like a hot potato.  Taking over from her I stroked two more jets of pleasure from my dick onto her tummy before lying back to bask in the after glow.  It occurred to me that I had been so engrossed in my pleasure I couldn't recall whether she's also achieved orgasm.

"What happened?" she asked with surprise.  "That's my love juice," I told her "You know when you feel tingle and spinney when I stroke you and your coochy gets all wet?  That's your love juice.  With men it builds up before finally squirting out to show how much I love you." Lowering my lips to hers I kissed her lovingly.  "I wish I could be your real daddy" I told her.  "You can," she said.  "I would love to honey," I said.  "But you already have a mommy and I have a mommy, your mommy will want to keep you  and love you." "No she doesn't." she told me.  "She's trying to find a husband for me or an employer who will let me live in.  Nobody nice wants me because I'm not very clever and I am frightened that she might put me with someone cruel." Her eyes glazed over as a tear formed.

Holding her head, looking straight into her big brown eyes I said, "If your mother tries to put you with someone you don't like, you come straight to me, right away, you understand." Smiling she nodded and kissed me, her tongue pressing through my lips to find and tickle my tongue.  "Come on, let's look at some dollies," I  told her.  "Where?" she exclaimed excitedly.

We dried off and threw on some clothes.  She skipped behind me into the study where I logged onto eBay and pulled up the choice of dolls.  I  enjoyed watching the delight on her face as we examined each doll and she had me explain the features of each model.  Eventually she chose a doll that drinks and pees and talks, and comes with day and night clothes.  It was in Hong Kong, I paid the 'buy it now' price.

"OK," I told her, "that dolly will come in the post.  I don't know how long it will take to arrive but it will probably be at least a week.  When it comes I will tell your mommy that Mrs Pam has sent it to you as a gift for being a good girl." "OK," she said.  "I must go soon to play golf but before I go I want to show you how you can stretch that piece of skin in your coochy" I told her.

We had some candles which we kept for the occasional power cuts.  They are about eight inches long and three quarter inch wide.  I got one from the kitchen and I got a towel and the Vaseline jar from the bathroom.  "Can you remember what the piece of skin inside your coochy looked like and the little hole in it?" I asked.  "Yes sir" she replied.

Placing the towel on the bed I sat her on it.  "See this pointy end of  the candle?" I showed her (I'd previously cut off the wick) "You dip it in the Vaseline and smooth it all over and then you push it up inside your coochy and try to find that little hole in the skin and stretch it wider."

Laying her down her head propped up with extra pillows I removed her panties.  I gave her the candle and holding her hand I guided it to the entrance of her hole.  "OK" I told her, "Move it in and out and wiggle it about to find the hole." I watched as she worked the candle up and down her vagina.  It wasn't long before the Vaseline became superfluous as her juices flowed and she started moaning.  Stroking her brow and kissing her cheeks, I whispered "That's a good girl, push the candle in and out quickly, find the places inside that makes you feel good, push the candle in as hard as you can."

Her hand had that candle darting in and out like a piston hammer.  Suddenly she arched her back and let out a gasping moan before dropping back down and lying silent, leaving the candle hanging loosely from her cunt.  I pulled the candle out slowly watching her cunt lips slide along it. Stroking her cheeks and kissing her lightly I said, "You're such a good girl Tuti, I love you so much." She smiled.  "I'm going to leave all these things in the draw here by the side of the bed," I told her.  "Anytime, during the week, when you're alone, if you want to, you can come in here and do that again and try and stretch that little hole.  You must remember to put the towel under yourself because if you push very hard you will break the skin and you will bleed a little bit, like when you have your period.  Also, you must keep your coochy really clean, after using the candle you must wash yourself, you're best doing that soaking in the bath, you can use my bath if you like." "OK" she said.

I cleared up and left her, getting myself to the gold club to get some lunch before we played golf.  After a light lunch I met up with George who was with Sarah and Amy.  Amy was bouncing up and down chattering away he little yellow cotton one piece flapping dress twirling to expose here slender white legs which were capped with dainty white socks and sandals. "Good news" said George, "it's Sarah's turn to take Amy." Sarah rolled her eyes.  Amy complained - "No, I want to go with Uncle Eddie." "Tough," her dad said.  "I don't mind" I said.  "I do," George replied.

Oh well, I thought, maybe the lack of distraction might help my game. After a decent game we had drinks inside the club house, unfortunately, leaving Sarah and Amy outside.  Later at dinner, Sarah was being discrete but did manage a few hand squeezes and she elicited a confirmation from me that I would be on for the following Thursday whilst George was out of town.

On Monday I told Suja that Mrs Pam had posted a doll, as a gift, for Tuti because I'd told her how good the two of them had been and I asked her to check the post box each day.  I got a nice smile from Tuti. 

The week trundled along until Wednesday when Sarah called me at the office.  "Bad news" she said, "George is not going to Surabaya this week." "Oh, that is bad news" I replied.  "Particularly bad because I'm leaving this weekend to look at a new project in Malaya and I may be away for two or three weeks." "Oh no," she said, "what am I going to do?" "It's only a couple of weeks.  You'll just have to get yourself an extra supply of carrots." "I've been sooo looking forward to it, thinking about al the things we might do, desperately trying to avoid bringing myself off wanting to save it for you," she said.  "I'm also disappointed Sarah" I said.  "You'll just have to fantasize about us." "It wasn't just for the sex" she said, "I wanted to talk to you about something and now I'll have to wait three weeks," she said.  "Talk to me now" I said.  "It's too embarrassing" she said.  "Well, if it's too embarrassing to tell me over the phone it's not going to be less embarrassing looking me in the eye," I suggested.

"I suppose you're right,' she said. "I'm worried about some of the things I think about when I'm masturbating, you remember I told you about my childhood and later my repression and then George.  For all of my teen years I repressed my feelings and frustrations, then I married George and he couldn't perform.  For most of my married life, masturbation has been my only relief and even then I fight with demons in my head making me think things that I'm ashamed of.  You came along like a breath of fresh air, all my frustrations released, I felt re-born.  Because I have been starved for so long I hunger for more and so I masturbate and when I masturbate my mind travels.  Most of the time I think about us but sometimes I fantasise about other stuff and I feel ashamed."

"Sarah," I said reassuringly, "Everybody fantasises, I mean everybody and it doesn't matter what you fantasise about, everybody has their own little special fantasy and those are only weird because they're not shared by everyone.  Me, putting my tongue between your legs and licking inside a wet hole that produces piss sounds awful but because most people like doing that it is accepted as 'normal', if I wanted to sniff your socks, that would be considered kinky, there's no logic to it, so if sniffing my socks turns you on whilst you masturbate it is not something to be ashamed about."

She laughed, "OK, that's funny!" she said.  "But I'm serious, I am ashamed about what I think about, do you fantasise about stuff that makes you feel ashamed," she asked.  "I do fantasise, but I am not ashamed" I told her.  "Tell me what you fantasise about." "I fantasise about lots of things, but because I'm not ashamed doesn't mean I want to talk about it," I told her.  "I just need to know if other people think about stuff as weird as me," she said. 

"Tell me what it is, I promise you'll feel better," I urged her.  "You tell me first," she replied.  "You started this," I said.  "You wanted to talk to me, come on you'll feel better when you've told me." "It's my step-dad," she revealed.  "You fantasise about shagging your step-dad?" I asked.  "No, not exactly," she said, "I think about the things we used to do." "Sarah, that's not something to be ashamed  about," I reassured her.  "It's something which happened in your past and things like that stick in your head, when your body is just awakening it latches onto and remembers those first feelings." "Yes" she said, "but if anybody knew they would think I was weird." "If they caught you sniffing my socks they'd think you were weird!" I said.  "I suppose you're right" she said, "now you tell me your fantasies." "I have lots," I said.  "Like what?"  she asked.

"Sometimes I add a little danger like, we're in a room full of people and you're on my lap impaled on my dick and nobody knows only us." "Who's in the room?" she asked.  "Different people," I said.  "Like who?" "Well you remember when we were doing it in your bedroom and Amy was knocking on your door, I sometimes imagine she came in and up to the bedside and you stroking her hair telling her that everything is alright, blocking her view of me whilst I am pumping it up you from behind."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed. Shit, I thought, I shouldn't have mentioned Amy's name.  I shouted over her screams "Sarah, I didn't, I didn't..." "No, it's OK!" she said, "I'm sorry if I startled you, Oh God, I'm so ashamed again." "What are you ashamed about now?" "I'm sorry," she said.  "I couldn't help myself.  Picturing what you said, I started tingling down there, I was squeezing my legs together to stop it like an itch, but it wouldn't stop so I put my hand inside my pants. Oh, I'm so ashamed." "Sarah," I said "there's nothing to be ashamed of,  I am flattered that talking to me turned you on and I am turned on thinking about you playing with yourself whilst we talk, talking can be fun." "You make me feel so much better," she told me.  "Will you call me whilst you're away?" "Only if you promises to play with yourself whilst we talk," I told her laughing.  "It's a deal," she said.

After she'd gone, I thought about our conversation, and how, in the beginning I'd never expected to enjoy sex with her and how good that sex had turned out to be, it started to occur to me how three entirely different females, Sarah, Tuti and Amy bring entirely different dishes to the table, all are equally delicious and all are different.

Friday afternoon I got home about 5.15pm to find a very excited Tuti with a wide beaming smile.  She was bouncing up and down like ball, so much excitement pent up inside.  "Mr. Eddie, it's arrived!" she said pointing to a package on the table.  It was addressed to Tuti.  "Mommy said I had to wait for you to open it."

"Come," I said and taking the package to the sofa I sat her on my lap and watched her tear away the paper and packaging to reveal this baby sized doll dressed in summer clothing and small package containing bottles, nappies and with night clothes for the doll.  Folding her arms around my head Tuti kissed me hard and told me how happy and grateful she was.  I stroked her tits over her shirt.  She was oblivious of my hand, totally engrossed in the doll.

Dropping to the floor on her knees she lay the doll out.  Her back to me  her shirt was raised exposing a panty clad round globes, and the slit of her cunt.  Kneeling beside her watching her explore the doll I stroked her bottom lightly feeling the increase in temperature as my hand traversed her holes.  I wondered if she's had any success with the candle.

"Tuti" I called to her, "How much do you want to thank Mr.  Eddie?" Realising that she'd been overly engrossed in the doll and failing to show sufficient thanks she turned and rising to her feet me still kneeling she kissed me with passion forcing her little tongue between my lips.  Enjoying her kiss I slipped my hands under her panties and softly squeezed her cheeks allowing my fingers to dip into her crack and I pulling her pubis into my chest.  "Will you come to my bed in the morning and wake me after you mom leaves to go to work?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said smiling broadly, her eyes wide and bright.  "OK," I told her "you go now, take all this paper to the bin and play with your dolly in your room." I spent that evening in the bar at the club talking work stuff with George.  He explained to me about his project in Surabaya and how his visits there would be sporadic.  I talked to him about the Malaysia project but my mind was on Tuti and what she might do the following day to show her thanks.

 Next morning, I awoke to a feeling something stroking my morning glory. As I opened my eyes and gathered my senses, I found Tuti lying beside me smiling into my eyes with her hand beneath the sheets softly stroking my erection.  Smiling back I brought my hand over her head and I pulled her  naked body to me and kissed her lips gently.  "Good morning sweetheart, how
are you, and more importantly how is dolly?" I asked.  "It's not dolly, her name is Suzie" she replied.

Staring into her eyes, I stroked her smooth skin and inhaling deeply I brought in a full-lung full of her scent across my nasal sensors.  I smelt her clean unadulterated little girl scent.  I tasted her lips with little pecking kisses as I lowered my hand down her back wondering if she had any success with the candle.  Eager to find out I cupped her soft round globes and pulled her towards me slipping my tongue between her lips and tasting her.  I could feel her pert tits squashed against my chest.  Imagining in my minds eyes the little nipples folding into the areola as they pressed against me.  Bring my hand between her legs from the rear my middle finger passed over her sphincter searching for the dampness of her love hole.  Arriving at her entrance, the nerve sensors in my digit recognised the sticky feel that is always present at the entrance, a stickiness caused by juices that have fermented and thickened since it was last washed.  Raising my digit into her entrance she jumped slightly.

"Did you use the candle like I showed you?" I asked her.  "It hurt," she said, drawing her face into a sad expression as she recounted her the event. Kissing her lightly I smiled at her and told her "You're a good girl Tuti. I'm sorry it hurt, but I am sure that Suzie wouldn't have minded a little hurt to be your friend." She smiled.  "Let me kiss it better for you," I told her.

Turning her onto her back I climbed on top of her.  I pushed her legs apart and supporting my weight on my elbows, I lowered my erection on top of her pubis to dry fuck for a few strokes just to relieve the tension in my dick.  Sliding down and kissing her I felt my dick fall between her legs. Sliding down further, my lips encountered her tits like two little mountains rising from her chest and I slowly set about attempting to get a whole one in into my mouth.  Oh how soft, how firm, pumping it with my hand I tried to milk it into my mouth knowing that nothing was going to come out but enjoying the sensation and feel.

I was aware of the hotness rising from her pussy onto my chest and  imagined her juices flowing.  I didn't want to leave her tits, but I want to get down there and taste her fermented stickiness before it was washed away with fresh juice.  Sliding down I left my hands behind to hold her tits softly but securely.  As my chin reached her mound I got the first nostril full of her sex scent.  It was musky, muskier than last week.  Maybe she'd been wanking last night or this morning in anticipation and hadn't washed since.  Certainly the scent seemed much more concentrated than last week more woman and less little girl smell.

As my nose reached the top of her slit and I took in another nostril full I detected the smell of urine mixed with fermented love juice.  I was too intoxicated to consider teaching the girl hygiene.  Bringing my arms down I shoved them under her thighs to raise her buttocks off the bed and present her hole to my tongue.  After licking all around the outside of her hole feeling the different textures of different parts of her under my tongue I slid my tongue up her slit to find her clit.  There I dug the tip of my tongue under the hood of her clit trying to dig it out by it's roots, the tingles causing her to arch her back and moan.  Unable to wait any longer to find out whether I had a barrier to deal with, I slid my tongue down and into her hole searching for her cherry.  My tongue hurt as it strained to make itself longer to dig deeper.  I felt no barrier.  Her juices flowing, she wriggled and moaned as I tried to find a position whereby I could get my tongue in deeper.

 Pulling back I took a look at her sex box, glistening a deep shade of pink, her hole slightly open, her juices running down from her love hole across her perineum and over her anus causing it to glisten.  Looking up I saw her face looking down at me and she smiled.  Does she know if the barrier's still there - I wondered.

Bringing a hand down I placed my index finger at her entrance and slowly pushed forward.  It was tight, so wonderfully tight. It was trying to prevent the invasion, all sides of her womb pushed against my finger.  Going slowly, being careful not to hurt her, should the skin remain unbroken, I paused after about and inch and withdrew feeling her womb pushing me out momentarily before I pushed back in returning quickly to the same inch depth and then slowing before pushing on.  I got in up to the second knuckle and still found no barrier and then another push until finally my whole finger, maybe 3" long was in up to my knuckles.

She'd done it, she'd gone through the pain barrier alone.  What a good girl.  Drawing my finger back, her womb was now clutching onto it and pulling it in as I pulled back.  So tight, so wet, so slick, so pretty.  I pumped my finger backwards and forwards slowly finger fucking her and enjoying the sight.  She moaned, her moans increasing and getting louder as she gyrated her hips as she neared her climax.  I wanted her come on my dick not my finger.

Pulling out before she came, I climbed up to lay alongside her.  I pulled her waif-like body over me like a blanket, I brought my knees up between her legs.  My hands under her knees I drew her knees up alongside my hips so that she lay half kneeling, half lying on me with her cunt on top of my dick.  Trying to hang on to her impending orgasm she slid her slit up and down my shaft.  Pushing her up off my chest I brought her now shiny with sweat tits into view.  Taking hold of the shaft of my dick I pushed it back.  She understood and rose to allow me to position my much swollen bell end at her entrance.  She lowered her hole onto my bell end and paused there whilst I rubbed it in her slick juices, feeling it warm and sloppy.

I looked up at her, her head craning down trying to see what was happening.  I felt pressure as she lowered her weight onto me.  As the weight increases my shaft tried to bend, my fist preventing it.  Suddenly the head of my knob popped inside her hole and she gasped.  Pausing momentarily to regain her comfort she slowly lowered herself.  Her cunt enveloping my dick as it slid gracefully into her warm, dark, wet, slippy, depths, deeper and deeper until it came up against her cervix and she continued to push until our pubic bones met.

My meagre 5" was more than enough to reach her twelve year old cervix and push it up an inch into her womb.  Every nerve in my penis was in contact with some part of her womb.  Every nerve is pushed and stroked.  My brain was overloaded with sensual pleasure, it seemed to receive an individual message from each nerve ending and also an overall message from them all. I was in absolute bliss.  Tuti, rising and falling slowly each time tested the depths.  She had never been taught what to do, she is just doing what feels good to her.  I squeezed her tits whilst at the same time supporting her body which wanted to fall forward.

I lay there as she slowly ground away, desperately fighting back my own orgasm, trying to make it last as long as possible, I wished I'd blown a load before I entered her so I could make lasted longer.  Finally her moaning and panting reached a climax, her facial contortions and her reddening throat evidenced her pleasure.  Her juices flowed running down my scrotum and between my legs.  I wanted so much to fill her womb with my seed.  I wanted to look into her eyes at the moment my load emptied into her.  I knew I must not do that.  My little brain fought with my big brain coming up with rational reasons why it would be OK, like - she won't get pregnant first time, she could get an abortion.  Thankfully sanity reigned and taking her waist I raised her off my phallus, her womb attempting to hold onto me like a long lost friend.  Finally the purple end appeared and my dick fell back towards my stomach.

I let her body down with her cunt lips parting either side of my shaft.  She continued to grind into me sliding along my pole as we watched the first load exit shooting up my chest.  The feeling was indescribable.  The sight was a picture to rival the worlds seven wonders.  Somehow she knew that she should continue until the flow stopped and she did, milking the last drop from me which formed a continuous line to a puddle just below my navel.  She continued to grind on my deflating dick until it was completely soft.

Sitting back, "Why did you take it out of me?" she asked.  "I wanted so much to leave it in you baby, but I don't want you to get pregnant," I explained.  "How do I get pregnant?" she asked.  "Didn't your mom not explain to you how girls get pregnant?" I asked.  "No, she just told me that I shouldn't let any boys put their thing inside me," she replied.  "Your mommy was right sweetheart, you should never let anybody put their thing inside you, only me," I told her.  "Putting my willie inside you doesn't get you pregnant it's this stuff that gets you pregnant, it's called semen, it's like the slippy stuff that comes out of your coochy when you feel good but it also contains some clever little things that try to find your eggs deep inside you and make them into babies," I explained to her.

Reaching out she place her finger in the pool of semen.  Twirling it round in the pool, she scooped her finger and lifted it causing a string to form and stretch for a couple of inches before breaking.  She then rubbed her fingers together feeling the texture.  "It's slippy" she said.  "Some girls like to swallow it, they think it might make them prettier, they say it makes your skin softer and your tits bigger," I told her.  Raising her finger she dabs some semen on the tip of her tongue.  She closed her mouth and I watched her mouth moving as she rolled the semen across her taste buds then I saw her throat move as she swallowed.

"Is that why mommy sucks Adi's willie?" she asked.  "Possibly, or maybe she loves Adi and wants to make him feel good," I replied.  She smiled at me and falling forward kissed me lovingly, my semen squelching between our stomachs.  As she rose back, my sponk had stuck to her stomach and I watched as formed a line between us before breaking and the sponk on her stomach started the flow down her tummy.  I ran my fingers in it, side to side, to experience the feeling and also stop it flowing down to her slit.  Taking hold of her hips I lifted her to lay beside me, "You snuggle in bed, I'll make us a drink of tea," I told her.

Returning with the tea, she greeted me with a warm smile.  She sat up in bed and drew her knees up under her chin, showing her naked twelve year old pussy, winking at me through a shiny gloss of little girl juice.  We drank our tea whilst I admired her lovely lines and her soft sallow skin, as she babbled away telling me all the things that her new dolly could do.  Stroking her hair I told her what a pretty girl she was.  I then told her about my trip to Kuala Lumpur and that I'd be away for a couple of weeks. She squeezed my hand, her eyes asking me not to go.

I stroked her cheek and told her that I'd call her from time to time and I'd leave my cell number in the bedside table where the candle was, and I that I would leave some money in the bathroom cabinet.  I told her that, if her mother tried to put her with another man that she doesn't like she must telephone me in Kuala Lumpur and if her mother took her away she should take the money and hide it and if she was treated cruelly she should take a taxi and come back to me.  Smiling she hugged me knowing I brought her security, shelter and protection.

"Come, I'll show you the place in the bathroom cabinet where the money will be," I told her.  I took her and showed her a jar into which I put US$30 in tens and about US$20 in rupees.  Holding her hand to lead her back to the bed I felt a tug back.

"I need to pee," she said.  Holding her face between my hands I kissed her, taking full advantage of her eight year old brain, "Can I watch?" I asked.  "Of course you can if you want to, silly," she said with a naughty smile.

Taking hold of her waist, "I want you to stand on the seat and crouch down to wee," I told her.  Looking a little puzzled but wanting to please me, she stepped up onto the seat and crouched down over the bowl as I held her steady.  I'd been wanting to get a close up view of those sticky-out labia lips since I first saw them.  Kneeling in front of her, inches from her pussy, I focussed on the 'W' shape of her two buttocks and crack.  The bottom of her buttocks were level with her feet causing not only her slit to part but the labia lips inside exposing her pink inners, her clit, her urethra and her vaginal entrance.

I marvelled at the shades of pink.  Some parts of her deeper inner canal an almost whitish pink, her slit solid pink, her clit a lighter shade and the change to red in her labia lips the red turning almost brown at its edges. Here labia lips dangled down an inch from her slit.  Looking up I saw her looking at the same thing I was looking at, she no doubt concentrating on starting the flow.  It must have been difficult for her with my head between her legs.  Suddenly her urethra opened and a splash of urine shot forward and down and then stopped.  A couple of seconds later more urine splattered forth before gathering itself together to form a line of piss which for some reason crossed on itself in the middle.

I placed my hand, palm up in the flow feeling its warmth, feeling its strength, as it bounces off my palm, smelling it as it evaporated up.  I wanted to wash my face in it, I wanted her to piss on my face and feel the warm wet flow running over my eyes and down my cheeks, I wanted to taste it. Finally the spurt turned to a dribble and stopped.  Rising up I kissed her smiling face, "Thank you, I know it's a little naughty but it was exciting," I said.  She giggled.

Sitting her on the seat, I stepped between her legs, my dick level with her face, "Can I wee between your legs?" I asked her.  She nodded and with a cheeky smile she sat back watching my dick and waiting for the show to start.  Kneeling down I lay my dick on the seat in front of her and reaching forward with both hands, I opened her cunt lips so that it gaped widely, her hole stretched to an oval shape.  Taking her hands I place them either side of her cunt to replace mine and she was smart enough to recognise what I wanted.  Holding my dick aimed directly at her hole, I started the flow and directed it right at her gaping hole.  She giggled as the flow shot in her hole and overflowed out.  I was in awe and wallowed in the obscene sight.  This was sheer gluttony for the lewd and forbidden fruit.  Watching her, she acted like any eight year old, amazed at the magic of bodily functions and eager to share in the secrets and mysteries of not only producing water but also being able to control its speed and direction.  As my flow ended, I kissed her, "That was fun," I said.  "Let's clean up in the bath," I suggested.

Climbing into the tub, we assumed the same position as last time, me sitting back, she sitting back on me between my legs.  We lay there watching the water flow out of the taps hitting our feet.  When the water was waist deep, "Go switch off the taps," I told her.  Leaning forward, she crawled down the bath tub on all fours towards the tap end, her little anus winking at me like a Cyclops on top of her floppy labia lips.  How long would it be before my dick savoured the inside of her colon, I wondered.  Reversing back, she lay back on me and we rested, me stroking her adorable tits, playing with her nipples, tweaking them and flicking them in every way possible to explore their elastic properties.

My dick was now hard and pressed into her back.  I reached between and  under her legs to bring it up in front of her slit.  She remembered the routine and immediately started to play with it, working it between her slit on rubbing the head across her clit.  I enjoyed my little twelve year old playing with my dick with the same interest and enthusiasm she applied to her dolly.  To her it was a game, a game of playing house or moms and dads, just like playing with her dolly.

Stroking her hair I breathed in her scent.  I wanted to wash her hair, I don't know why I just did.  I also wanted to squeeze my dick up her rectum. I don't know why, I just do.  I would do neither.  I wouldn't wash her hair because her mom would notice and ask questions.  I would not shove my meat into her rectum right now because it would distress her particularly so soon after the pain of breaking her hymen.  And, I wanted to continue my far too brief earlier encounter with her cervix.  Soaping her tits whilst she worked my knob end on her clit she started to moan and I started to feel the sap rising.

Bringing her lips to mine, "Let's dry off and go back to bed,"  I suggested.  Reluctantly we broke off and I wondered to myself whether I was being too manipulative and controlling, maybe I should just let it flow how it comes, but I needed to give her good, solid, regular, fucking before I went to K.  L.  for three weeks.  I dried her off and picking up her light frame in my arms, I carried her to the bed.

Laying her on the end of the bed I knelt in front of her and draped her legs over my shoulders.  Kneeling up, my knob was exactly in line with her hole.  Stroking her holes lightly with my palmed fingers I felt her wetness. Sliding my middle finger into her vagina, I searched for and felt her cervix.  It extended down about half an inch at the bottom of her vaginal tube.  My finger tip located and explored the little hole at its centre before circling around its sides and up to the bottom of her vagina. She was tight but she was wet and that slickness negated her tight vagina's attempt to stop me.

Withdrawing my finger and lining up my grossly extended purple helmet, holding my shaft I wiped the head in her juices running it up and down her slit.  As I brought it up from beneath and across her anus, she jumped each time it traversed her anus.  Lining up my head with her hole I pushed forward slowly but deliberately feeling the shaft bend before the head popped in, her cunt muscles at the entrance of her hole snapping closed behind the head.  Leaning in, I leaned forward and down on the world's slickest lubricant until the end of my dick bumped into her cervix.  And then I drew back and pushed forward.  She was so tight that, as I pushed into her and pulled back, her whole body shifted up and down the bed.

The sight of my dick sliding out all shiny and slick was obscenely delicious.  The feeling was incredible as I drew back as far as possible, just until the lip of my bell end appeared before driving forward.  I concluded that it could not be possible to feel anything as good as a post pubescent twelve year old cunt, mature enough to produce copious juice and enjoy lustful pleasure and young enough the be tight, fresh, pure and innocent.  Like a baby getting its first taste of chocolate and ice cream her taste buds experienced the first fruits of womanhood and that thought exponentially multiplied the mere physical pleasure of soft slick pussy.  Her cunt, still new, took my meat without causing her any distress.  Small dicks are an advantage sometimes, I thought!  Slipping a hand underneath her I placed a finger on her perineum and pressed on that thin piece of skin, up onto my sponk channel bringing pressure there and heightening my pleasure.  I could feel her juices flowing over my finger down the crack of her arse.  She, oblivious to the outside world, totally engrossed in her own pleasure, squeezed her own tits to heighten the feelings.

Pumping slowly and deliberately, I contemplated the end and where I might deposit my seed.  I could drop down an inch and bury it in her rectum. The thought of forcing past her sphincter made me tingle.  I looked down at her, writhing in ecstasy, her hair dishevelled, her face beaded with sweat and contorted, she was still a child, a child who trusted me to protect her.  I couldn't cause her distress let alone pain.  Her moans increased and progressed to little girl screams as she climaxed.  I increased speed and depth and took advantage of her distraction to slide a finger over her anus, testing its resistance.  That did it, feeling her little back door winking in time with her orgasm sent my sperm rising up my urethra.  I hung on until the last second before wrenching my meat from her depths and squirted my load over her stomach.  Her hips still maintained the rhythm as though I was still fucking her.  Pumping my meat, I pumped out lines of sponk that formed a little puddle just below her navel.   Taking her legs from my shoulders, I let them down and lifting her, I placed her in the centre of the bed to rest.  She looked like an angel.  I left her to sleep it off.

Coming back from the shower, I watched her sleeping as I got dressed ready for golf.  So quiet, so peaceful, her beauty and innocence interrupted by a drying puddle of sperm on her belly.  Sitting beside her, I wiped the obscenity from her stomach.  Her eyes flickered and she smiled. "You go take a bath," I told her, "I'll make us a drink." I returned with her drink to find her sat in the bath in deep thought.  "What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I was thinking about you going away and leaving me," she said sorrowfully.  "I'm going to miss you sweetheart, and I'm going to get back as soon as I can," I told her.  "I've been thinking about asking you're mommy if you can be my cleaner in her place so that your mommy can make extra money elsewhere and I will pay you.  Would you like that?" I asked her.  Smiling broadly, she nodded her head rapidly in delight at the thought of being treated like a big girl and also earning some money.  Lifting her from the bath-tub I towelled her body dry.  I gazed upon her, amazed how I could not tire of looking at her soft young developing shapes.
Leaving her to dress I cleared up before leaving for the golf club.

To be continued
   



