Barely 12, Angie was small even for that -- maybe 4-foot-6 -- and not even the luscious twitching of her butt in the Gitanos could dispel the awareness that she was a kid.


Barely 12, Angie was small even for that -- maybe 4-foot-6 -- and not even the luscious twitching of her butt in the Gitanos could dispel the awareness that she was a kid. A smart, pretty -- maybe even sexy -- kid. But a kid. I kept telling myself that as I stood, towering behind her, in front of the stacks and pulled books for her. I had several on volcanology, tectonic plates and morphology. In the meantime, volumes of Brit-3 were scattered all over the living room floor, with a liberal leavening of pages from her notebook covered with semi-legible scrawls. Naturally, though she was supposed to do the research and writing on the paper, it took a good -- oh, fifteen minutes before I was crawling around the living room floor with her, finding and marking passages that would be useful and relevant. Crawling around on the floor is precisely when the trouble started. I was just riffling the pages of THE HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (about Project MoHo) for a useful explanatory section when I looked up and found myself confronted with her jean-clad butt. She was crouched over something else, reading, but as she read she was moving that cute, round little ass in small circles. I was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of nine-year-old jeans and nothing else. Seeing her hard little ass, the way the denim of the jeans crept between her cheek and the split of her cunt and -- oddly, most of all -- the little line of bare flesh just above her waist, where her shirt had crept up...well, it was instant, embarrassing boner time. This was a KID, fer cryin' out loud! I cleared my throat and said, "Angie, please sit on the couch or something." "Huh?" "Waving your butt in front of my face is a bit awkward for me." (Yes, I really do talk that. Sue me.) Now she leaned her head back and turned to look at me over her shoulders, hazel eyes bright with mischief and mirth.

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