Then he felt me up some more and got me to pee too.Then he felt me up some more and got me to pee too. He was nice so I did it for him and made a big wet pool on the ground between my legs. I was gig- gling all the time 'cos it was so nice and dirty. After I'd peed he put both his hands between my legs and started pulling at me. 'Watcha doin' now?' I asked him. I couldn't see 'cos I was still lying down and it felt all funny. 'Opening your cunny, kid' he said, 'its a lot dirtier like this.' Then he rubbed his finger up and down inside my cunny and tried to poke it inside my pee-hole but it wouldn't go in. I didn't try to stop him. I just lay there looking at his face while he had a real good feel of me. My skirt felt all wet at the back too 'cos my pee had soaked it but I didn't care! It was all so lovely and dirty I wondered if I was actually falling in love. After that day I didn't see the boy again though, but it was the bestest feel up I'd ever had up 'til then. Dave's Story (continued) ======================== Not long after Jenny's sixth birthday I began to appreciate what a pretty little girl she was developing into. Her straight blonde hair had grown halfway down her back, and her cute pixie face made her look like a precocious little nymph. Seemingly unconcious of her femininity she would romp around with her flared skirts in disarray exposing her white cotton girl-panties to all and sundry. She'd been careless with her skirts for as long as I could remember but I simply dismissed it as childish ignorance. It was only after she reached six that I began to suspect she might be doing it deliberately. I began making little jokes about her being a flasher. Initially she didn't seem to understand what I was getting at, then one day the penny must've dropped for she began to adopt a more precocious attitude with me, drawing my attention to sexually suggestive advertisements and gig- gling. Whenever we passed bookstalls she would point to adult magazine covers and make comments such as 'they're little knickers aren't they Daddy?' At first I played it down because I didn't want her to know I was interested in looking at womens' panties, but eventually I thought there was little harm in it and so went along with her frolics. |