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   I lived next to the Callaghans for years.  My wife Kristen and I bought
a house in the neighborhood and a few years later the Callaghans moved in.
They had a daughter a couple of years later named Carleigh.  Carleigh was a
great kid, her parents loved her.  My wife and I never had kids, so it was
nice to have Carleigh around for all the good parts of children and then be
able to ship her off to her parents when we got sick of her.

   Around 8 years after Carleigh was born her father left her mother. 
Seemed very sudden and unexpected.  Carleigh's mother Erin took it really
hard.  She started drinking, having guys over, etc.  My wife and I guessed
that John must have cheated on her and then left her so she was getting
revenge.  Regardless of the reason, Carleigh didn't like what her mother
was doing and started spending more and more time at our house.

   My wife was a nurse so she worked a lot of crazy hours.  This meant that
sometimes I was taking care of Carleigh on nights and weekends while
Kristen worked.  I was a cyber security consultant, which meant that I
worked at home a lot when I was home, and also traveled a bit to my bigger
clients.  Now, I'm not a bad man.  I had only the best intentions for
Carleigh.  But as you'll see my intentions didn't exactly pan out.

   Carleigh started spending almost every waking hour at our house, such
was her dislike for her mother.  She was a cute girl of 9 at the time our
story begins.  She had light brown hair, with pale skin and big brown eyes.
Her face was heart shaped especially when she smiled, and her cheeks had
wonderful dimples when she did.  Her youthful ears were small and hinted at
a point at the top, giving her an almost elfish look.  She was slim but not
overly skinny; she was a healthy girl.  She looked a bit like a young Emma
Watson, if I had to explain her to someone who had never met her.  My wife
Kristen was 28 and I was 31.

   She was not very shy around my wife and I, probably because she had
known us since birth.  In any case here we were one night in late spring,
Kristen was at work and Carleigh and I were just finishing dinner when our
story begins.

   'Wanna go for a swim?' I asked as we finished cleaning up from dinner.

   'Ok!' She said.  'I love swimming Mr Jones!' We both got changed and
headed outside to the pool.  She jumped in as kids tend to and I waded into
the water.  She looked adorable in her two piece bathing suit.  It was blue
and pink and altogether too tiny for a 9 year old, but I didn't mind.  We
played and splashed and generally acted like kids, and then got out.  We
sat down to watch a movie and the day seemed to catch up with Carleigh.

   'I'm sleepy' she said as she laid down on the couch.  I put the movie in
and went to grab a beer.  It had been a long day at work and I was waiting
for Kristen to get home before I went to bed.  By the time I got back
Carleigh was nearly asleep.  She had stretched out her tiny frame across
almost the whole couch.  I went to one end and lifted her feet and sat
down, placing them in my lap.  As I watched the movie, some girly movie she
had picked out, and sipped my beer I let my hand fall onto her feet in my
lap.

   Her little feet were tiny, soft, well formed, everything a connoisseur
would enjoy.  I pretended to absentmindedly stroke her soles, but really
there was nothing absentminded about it.  I loved feet, especially little
girls feet.  I don't know why but I've just always loved them.  Seeing
those little feet in my lap drove me nuts.  My cock started to grow as I
stroked them.  I admired her pink soles and her plump little toes,
wondering what it would be like to taste them.

   I ran my fingertips gently from heel to toe a couple of times and she
squirmed a little bit and wiggled her little toes in response.

   'Y'know, my wife loves it when I massage her feet' I said to Carleigh.
'Would you like it if I massaged your feet' I asked?

   'Ok, just no tickling' she said, looking me in the eye to emphasize the
last point.

   'No tickling, you got it' I said.  I went to work rubbing her little
peds.  I was able to pick them up and admire their beauty, their
perfection, as I worked.  Her arches were slight and delicate, and I loved
the shape of her toes.  Her toe nails were well groomed and her feet were
incredibly clean since we have just been in the pool.

   'Does it feel good?' I asked.

   'Yeah, I like it' she said, not taking her eyes off the movie.  I rubbed
for a bit and apparently pushed a little too hard at one point.

   'Ouch!' she yelled, pulling her dainty little foot away.  'That hurt'.
She rubbed her foot for a moment and then held it out up in the air.  'Kiss
it all better' she said.

   Wow.  I was shocked at her demand but really turned on.  How do I play
this one?  Of course I want to kiss it, lick it, suck her toes, worship her
little feet.  But I decided to play the role of good neighbor.

   'No way, that's gross!' I said.  She pushed her foot closer to my face.

   'Kiss iiiiitt, it huuuuuurts' she whined.  I screwed up my face but
leaned forward.  I planted a quick kiss on her foot; I wanted her to think
this was all her idea.  She dropped her foot back to my lap and I resumed
rubbing.  I wondered if she liked the kiss, hopefully she did.  I loved the
feel of the soft little girl foot on my lips, that was for sure.  I licked
my lips and could taste a slight saltiness.

   I rubbed and enjoyed the feel of her foot in my hands.  I switched the
other foot and tickled her lightly.  The little minx responded by rubbing
her foot into my pants to stop the itch caused by the tickling.  Of course
her feet her in my lap, so rubbing her foot into my pants meant she rubbed
her sole into my cock.  I'm sure she could feel it, it was rock hard, but
she took no notice.

   I went back to rubbing and she watched her movie.  After a bit she said
'Mr.  Jones, can I have some ice cream?' and looked up at me with those big
pretty eyes.

   'Sure thing, let me go get it for you.' I said, and I rose from the
couch.

   'I'm coming!' she said and followed me into the kitchen.  She insisted
on 4 scoops of ice cream, and then a little bonus.  Way too much for her,
but how could I say no to that face?  We went back to the couch and sat
down.

   She ate and watched the movie, I rubbed her feet.  I was perfectly
happy. After a few minutes she had stopped eating and the ice cream was
melting in the bowl.  Clearly she had taken more than she could eat.  I
reached over and grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the liquid at the bottom
of the bowl and brought it up to my mouth.  A drip fell of and hit my hand
and splashed onto her foot.

   I instinctively brought my hand up to my mouth to suck the ice cream off
and when I finished there was a dainty little foot in front of my mouth
with ice cream about to drip off of it.  The ice cream ran down the slope
of her foot towards her toes and went between her second and third toe.  I
darted my head forward and caught the drip with my tongue.  Then I sucked
her toes into my mouth and slid my tongue in the ice cream coated space
between her toes.  She erupted into giggles but didn't pull her foot away.
She wiggled her toes in my mouth and threw her head back laughing like
crazy.

   Her toes tasted like chlorine and ice cream.  I was in heaven, they were
delicious!  I licked up between her toes and onto the top of her foot to
renewed giggles and squirming.  I finished licking the ice cream off her
foot and smacked my lips.  By this time the movie was over.

   Carleigh went home that night to her house, and my wife came home.  I
kissed her as we got into bed and I wondered if she could taste the little
girl toes on my lips.



   It was two days later the next time Carleigh was at my house when I got
home from work.  It was a Friday night and Kristen had the night off.  The
three of us went out to dinner (Friday's, Carleigh's choice) and spent a
pretty uneventful night watching tv.  Carleigh had been spending most
evenings at our house and going home to sleep.  Tonight she told us that
her mom had gone out.  It was clear that she didn't want to be in her house
alone and we wouldn't think of sending her home alone.

   Around 8pm or so my wife and I were in the kitchen while Carleigh was
still watching tv.

   'So what do we do if Erin is out past her bedtime' Kristen asked me,
indicating Carleigh.

   'Well we can't send her home' I replied.  Lowering my voice.  I didn't
want Carleigh to know we were talking about her, and I didn't think Kristen
did either.

   'I was thinking that too' Kristen whispered.

   'She can just stay here.  We'll go to her house with her and get her
stuff, she can stay here tonight' I said.

   'You sure?' Kristen asked.  'Don't forget I'm working early tomorrow. 
I'm in at 6' she said.

   'I'll be fine, no problem' I said.

   'Carleigh hun' Kristen said as we entered the livingroom, 'What time
does mum usually put you to bed?'

   'umm..  used to be like 9.  But she doesn't care anymore' Carleigh said
softly.  'But I go to bed at 9 anyway' she added.

   'Ok, well I tell you what' Kristen said, 'If mom isn't home by 8:30
we'll go get your stuff and you can stay here tonight, ok?  Do you want to
stay here?' Carleigh looked at both of us expressionless, then slowly her
expression changed to wonder and delight.

   'I...I can stay here?' she said.  It seemed like she had been wondering
what would happen if she had to go home alone and now all her fears were
gone.

   'Yes sweetie, you can stay here' I said.  She got up and hugged both of
us.

   We took her next door to her house at 8:30, she gathered her stuff and
we all came back, still no sign of Erin.  Kristen showed Carleigh the
bathtub, got her a towel, and Carleigh got cleaned up and went off to bed.
We went to bed shortly after.

   Kristen got up and was gone by 5:30.  I rolled out of bed a little later
and went downstairs.  I saw Carleigh's shoes by the door and only then
remembered that she was in the house.  I went back up and put some pants
on. I sat on the couch and read the news a bit online and then somehow
ended up looking at pictures of little girls feet.  It was then that
Carleigh chose to come downstairs.  She still had her...pajamas I guess
you'd call them, on.

   These weren't like the pajamas my sister used to wear.  Basically she
had on tiny little shorts and a tanktop, leaving lots of little girl flesh
exposed to my eyes.  I quickly closed what I was looking at before she came
around and could see the screen.  She sat on a chair and kinda of looked at
me.

   'Breakfast?' I asked.

   'Ok!' she said.  We went to the kitchen and I managed to make some
pancakes and eggs.  I sat her down on a stool while I cooked.  We chatted a
bit, mostly about her school because frankly I didn't know what else to
talk about.

   While I cooked I enjoyed the sight of her scantily clad form.  True I
had seen her in a bikini before but this was somehow different.  She was
cute and sweet and had that adorable just rolled out of bed thing going on.
I was loving it.

   The stool had four legs and rungs going between then, her toes grasped
and spread around the rungs as she sat and moved and talked.  I found it
mesmerizing.  She opened up a bit as we talked and I cooked.  I found
myself hearing all about her friends at school, the latest bands, etc. 
Stuff I knew nothing about.

   We ate breakfast and I went upstairs to shower.  I jerked off thinking
about the little girls toes grasping the rungs of the stool and tried to
figure out what to do with her for the rest of the day.  She seemed to talk
about shopping and the mall a lot, maybe we'd go to the mall.

   I finished showering and got dressed.  When I came downstairs she was
still scantily clad and watching tv again, as kids do I guess.

   'Whadaya say we go to the mall?' I asked Carleigh as I entered the room?

   'Really?  That'd be great Mr.  Jones!' she said, quickly getting up and
running up to the guest bedroom.  I'll be ready in 10 minutes!' she yelled
as she ran upstairs.

   We took my BMW for the short trip to the mall.  Carleigh got dressed in
her shorts and cute little t-shirt that said "BFF OMG LOL" on it.  She had
sunglasses that were too big and pink flipflops, her brown hair was in a
ponytail, and I thought she looked every bit the all american girl that she
was.

   We did some clothes shopping, she felt the need to show me each of the
pieces of clothing on her, which I didn't mind, except that it took
forever. I bought her a new pair of shorts and a couple shirts and she was
so pleased that she hugged me in the middle of a store.  Girls of that age
could be crucified for that sort of thing, especially if someone thought I
was her dad.  At another store I bought her a pair of pale pink flip flops
and a pair of blue ballet flats, I was told they were called.

   We left the clothes store and the mall was rapidly filling up, it was a
saturday afternoon afterall.  We strolled around a bit, window shopping and
browsing.  Kristen called me to see how it was going and we stopped while I
talked.  We were right outside a nail salon and Carleigh looked in at the
girl getting her nails done, and then looked down at her own nails.  She
quickly tucked them into her pockets.

   I hung up with Kristen and walked over to Carleigh.

   'How would you like to get your nails done?' I asked.  She whipped
around and stared at me, halfway between wonder and happiness, and nodded
enthusiastically since no words came to her.  I walked into the salon with
her and bought the best manicure/pedicure money could buy; $70 worth of who
knows what.

   I watched as Carleigh had her hands and feet washed, massaged, oiled,
and then prepped for painting.  She looked embarrassed once it got going,
but quickly got excited as the paint started going on.  She chose a
multi-colored look so that all her nails were painted a different shiny
candy color.

   Nearly and hour later we left the store with Carleigh in a truly great
mood.  Both of us were carrying her bags of new clothes and shoes and she
had just gotten her nails done.  We made one more stop in a girls
jewelry/accessories store.  As she looked around I spotted a toe-ring rack.
I grabbed a silver ring with a pink "gemstone" on it and brought it over to
her.

   'Here, you should get one of these to go with your pedicure' I sad.

   'Whats this?...a toe ring.' She said reading the package.

   'It'll make your feet pretty' I said.  She looked up at me with a shy
smile, and then agreed.  We bought the toe ring and headed upstairs for
some lunch.  We had McDonald's (her choice again) and then decided to head
home.

   On the way home she was really chatty again.

   'Thanks so much for all the new clothes Mr.  Jones' she said.

   'My pleasure Carleigh'

   'My friends at school will be so jealous that I got a real manicure and
pedicure.  None of them have ever done that.  Except this one girl Kelly
Sanders, but I don't like her.  And Becca Jacobs said Kelly was a total
slut anyway, so...'

   She went on and on.  I listened and drove.  We got home and unloaded all
the clothes.  I sat down on the couch and grabbed my laptop again to check
my work email, yes, on a saturday.  Bad habit.

   I heard Carleigh come back into the room and I looked up over my
computer.  She was wearing her new shorts and flip flops and one of the
shirts I got her.  She posed, one hand on her hip, the other behind her
head, and moved her hips to one side.  She burst into giggles obviously
meaning it as a joke but I thought she was gorgeous.  I looked back down at
my screen and felt something on my knee.  I peered over my computer and saw
5 candy-painted toes on my knee, with a cute little toe ring on the second
toe.

   I pushed my computer aside and picked up her foot to examine it.

   'Very nice' I said.  'You look like a princess now.  You should make all
the subjects kiss your ring to show their respect' I said.  She stopped
smiling and tilted her head to the side.  I shifted her foot in my hands,
and bent my head.  I kissed her new toe ring, letting my tongue brush her
toe ever so lightly.  I meant it seriously, but she giggled again and ran
off to get changed.

   When she came back she still had the toe ring on, but was back to her
earlier outfit.  I worked and she watched the Disney channel for a while,
laying on the floor on her stomach kicking her feet up in the air.  I found
it difficult to concentrate.

   She eventually got up and laid on the couch on the opposite end from me.
She dug her little toes in under my leg.  She shifted and sighed and moved
around a bit, making it even harder to concentrate.

   'Ice cream?' I asked her.

   'Ok!' she said.  'I'll get it this time' and ran off to the kitchen.

   'She came back with 2 bowls, one for each of us.  I had to put my
computer aside to eat.  I found her feet in my lap again as we ate our iced
cream and watched the Disney channel.

   Now, I swear, this was completely by accident.  I know you'll think it
was on purpose since it happened before, but it was totally not on purpose.
At least not consciously on purpose.  If it was unconscious then you can't
blame me for it.  Somehow, someway, ice cream dripped from from spoon and
landed on her foot again.

   I looked down, then at Carleigh.  She looked at me and calmly lifted her
foot to my mouth.  I lowered my bowl to my lap.  I looked from her foot to
her eyes, then bent my head forward and traced my tongue along the line of
drippy ice cream from her instep back up to the top of her foot.  You could
say that I had made that move, but she definitely made the next one.

   Carleigh lowered her foot down after I had cleaned it, but instead of
resting it in my lap again she dipped her first two toes into my bowl and
wiggled them in my ice cream.  Then, her gaze and mine following her bare
foot with ice cream covered toes, she moved it back up to in front of my
face.  I obediently leaned forward and slurped her toes into my mouth
licking them clean.  Neither of us a spoke a word.

   I slurped and licked without thinking.  Just sucking ice cream from a
nine year olds toes, like it was the most normal thing in the world.  When
I finished and released her toes from my mouth she lowered them down to the
bowl, dipped three toes into the ice cream this time and brought them back
up.

   Again I licked the ice cream from her dainty little painted toes.  It
was incredible for me on more than one level.  In one sense here was a 9
year old clearly enjoying having her toes sucked on in a very mature way.
In another here was this awkward situation where I was aware that I was
doing things I shouldn't be, but not stopping myself.  She was willing, so
I had no reason to stop.

   I put my bowl aside and lifted my hands to hold her foot.  She relaxed
her leg and let me hold her foot up while I licked it.  I now licked from
heel to toe, kissing her foot all over and licking between her toes.  I
wasn't bothering pretending to be cleaning ice cream anymore, I was lost in
her bare foot.  I slurped noisily and nibbled and licked and kissed and
rubbed almost forgetting she was there.

   Her other foot was in my lap and she started moving it, rubbing almost
against my cock.  Instinctively my hips began thrusting up and she moved
with me, teasing me.  After a couple of minutes I opened my eyes and saw
her looking at me with a sort of amused and bewildered look.  I came back
to myself.  I lowered her foot down and pulled my hands from it as if it
frightened me.

   'Carleigh' I said, 'I'm sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking.' She
pulled her feet from my lap and put them on the floor.  'I shouldn't have
done that, please forgive me' She said nothing, but just looked at me.  Her
expression was hard to read.

   'You could keep doing it...  if you want to' she said quietly.

   'You're so young, and I shouldn't' I began.

   'I'm always too young!' she cut me off.  'Everyone says I'm too young
for everything.  What am I too young for?' she asked.

   'Well' I began, 'I remember when I was your age people always told me I
was...' and then suddenly she threw herself on me and pressed her lips to
mine.  She kissed me awkwardly, like a little girl would.  She didn't know
what she was doing but wanted to kiss me and so she did.  I kissed her
back, probing her lips with my tongue until she opened her mouth.  I pulled
her to me and squeezed her ass as I kissed her, my tongue now dancing with
hers first in her mouth and then in mine.  Carleigh was so tiny I could
wrap my arms around her and almost touch myself again when I hugged her.

   I lifted her tiny frame and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.  I
continued to kiss her as we climbed the stairs.  She was gyrating her hips
as we climbed, and little low moans were escaping her lips.

   I dropped her on the bed and sank to my knees in front of her.  I had
lost all sense of right and wrong at this point, past the point of no
return.  I grabbed her foot and lifted it to my mouth.  I looked into her
eyes as I licked from heel to toe and back again.  My other hand freed my
cock and I started to jerk off while I worshipped her feet.  She didn't
seem to care so I kept at it.

   She lay back on the bed and moved her hips while I licked her feet.  She
moved like she was trying to scratch the itch between her legs that badly
needed attention but dared not move her hands down there.  I wondered if
she would rub herself in front of me.  I wondered if she did it at all.  I
wondered if she knew how.  I wondered a lot of things but for some reason
my hand that was on my cock stopped stroking and reached out to rub her
between her legs.  She pushed against my hand as I rubbed.  She did not
resist when I stopped sucking her toes long enough to unbutton her shorts
and pull them off with her tiny panties.  I sat her up and moved to take
her shirt off, and I had to laugh as I saw that this girl I had such adult
feelings for was wearing a shirt that said BFF OMG LOL on it.  If that
wasn't bad enough, she needed no bra underneath it.

   The shirt came off and her hair fell about her face as I looked back at
her.  I cast the shirt aside and kissed her deeply.  She responded by
kissing me back and I felt her small hands graze my chest tentatively,
hesitantly, and then wrap themselves around my neck.  Suddenly she seemed
so much more mature than her 9 years would indicate.  I lay her back on the
bed again and picked up a delicious foot.

   I slurped her toes and rubbed her foot on my face as I gazed at her
naked body before me.  Her beautiful bald pussy was small and tightly
closed like a little girl's should be.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  I
kissed her sole along the base of her toes and down the outside of her
foot, and then nibbled on her heel and back up her instep.  She giggled and
opened her eyes as I nibbled.

   With the hand that wasn't holding her precious foot I reached out and
gently stroked the insides of her thighs.  Up and down from almost her knee
to the crease where her thigh met her pelvis I lightly traced my fingers. I
switched hands and picked up her other foot and reached out with my other
hand.  This time when I traced up her thigh I left my fingers graze lightly
across her slit.  Carleigh gave a sharp intake of breath and then exhaled
deeply as I traced down her other thigh.  I repeated the process and this
time she jumped a bit when I brushed over her nether lips.

   'Mr Jones are we going to have sex?' she asked without lifting her head.
I lowered her foot from my lips so I could speak.  Before I did she sat up
on her elbows and looked at me and continued 'cus Kelly Sanders said she
saw her parents have sex and they got naked first, and you still have all
your clothes on.'

   'I don't know if we should have sex Carleigh' I said, with more
composure in my voice than I felt.

   'How come?' she asked, tilting her head to the side.  Well I couldn't
tell her she was too young, that didn't work out last time.

   'Carleigh, I'm not sure you'd like it.  See, I'm kind of...  big..  for
you.' I stammered.  'But we can do other things if you want' I went on.

   'Other things?' the naked little girl in front of me replied.  'Sex
things?'

   'Yes, like oral sex, or masturbation, or...'

   'Yeah let's do those!' she said with a bit of excitement.

   'Ok sweetie lay back on the bed again' I said.  I resumed nuzzling her
dainty foot and I started lighting rubbing up and down her slit.  It was so
small and tight that I really wondered if I would fit inside it.  I wasn't
small, maybe 8 inches and pretty thick.  But that was for another time. 
For now I rubbed up and down it lightly.  after a minute or two I pressed
my finger in at the bottom and felt some wetness.  I guess 9 year olds
could get wet.

   I gathered her juices on my finger and rubbed up her slit, she shuddered
and snapped her legs shut when I rubbed over her clit, pulling her little
foot from my hand at the same time.  She sat up on her elbows again and
opened her legs for me.  I reached out to continue my manual pleasing of
her and this time she watched.  As I rubbed up and down her lips she moved
her hips and breathed heavily, with sharp intakes when I got near her clit.
I was careful not to touch it again yet.

   She extended her foot out and rubbed it across my cock which was still
out and incredibly hard.  I pushed up against her warm soft sole.  She
rubbed down the shaft and when she got past the head it popped up and
bounced and she giggled.  I continued rubbing her pussy lightly for another
minute while she watched and played with my cock with her toes.

   I leaned forward and brushed her legs farther apart.  I lifted her feet
and placed them on the bed so her pussy was wide open and fully exposed to
me.  I leaned in with my tongue out so she knew what to expect, and licked
from the very bottom of her tiny little pussy to the top, brushing right
over her sensitive clit.  She clamped her legs down on my head and then
released me.  I lightly licked her pink insides and jerked my cock as I
did.

   She moved her hips and ground her succulent pussy against me as I ate
her, in a manner very unbecoming of a 9 year old.  She tasted absolutely
delicious; her juice was light and sweet like a fine nectar.  I licked her
in a sweet loving manner for a while, wanting her to thoroughly enjoy this.
Eventually I pulled my face away and she whimpered and sat up.

   'Why did..' she started to say, but I lifted her small form and flipped
her over on the bed.  I had her sitting with her head down on the bed and
her knees tucked under her so that her tasty pink pussy and pert pre-teen
ass were exposed to me.  I slid my legs under the bed and nestled my face
between her lips.  I gripped her tiny ass and massaged it while I ate the
little pussy in front of me.  I dragged my tongue up and down her slit
brushing her clit and enjoying the shudders that came from her.  I let my
tongue probe her impossibly tight hole for a minute and dropped my hand
between her legs.  My thumb found her clit and I rubbed light circles on it
while I tongue fucked her hole.

   Carleigh had her first orgasm in that position with my thumb on her clit
and my tongue fucking her like a tiny cock.  As she came down from her
orgasm she started to collapse sideways on the bed but I held her up and
continued rubbing her little clit but I let my tongue wander into her ass
crack.  I licked up and down making her squirm and then attacked her little
rosebud.  She squeeled and wiggled and came again as I ate her ass.  Then I
let her collapse.

   I hugged and kissed Carleigh as we lay in bed after her first experience
with 'sex things' as she called them.  I badly needed release but I didn't
want to run out on her after she just gave herself so willingly to me.  So
I did the right thing for a while.

   'Kristen will be home soon and we need to get cleaned up' I said trying
to rouse her from the post orgasm sleepiness.

   'Ok, can I take a bath here again?' she asked, returning to sweet little
girl in an instant.

   'Sure Carleigh, should I get it ready for you?' I asked, rubbing her
sweet ass as as I asked.

   'No, I can do it' she said, and she pulled herself over me dragging her
pussy against my aching cock as she did, though probably unintentionally. I
heard the bath start and I gripped my cock and started stroking.  I licked
the little girl juices off my fingers as I did, trying to savor the moment.
I exploded all over my stomach and chest in a matter of minutes.  I dressed
and went into the bathroom where Carleigh was bathing herself in a bubble
bath.  Where did we get bubble bath?  I wondered as I washed my hands and
face.

   I sat on closed toiled and watched her bathe.  She looked up at me and
smiled.

   'Will Mrs.  Jones be mad at us?' she asked, pushing bubbles around the
tub.

   'Carleigh, we can't tell her about any of this' I said, coming to the
realization that I had not only committed a felony but also cheated on my
wife.

   'I know' she said.

   'None of it, we can't say a word to anyone' I said.  I felt bad being
stern with her but she needed to understand this.  Visions of me going to
prison and becoming some large black guy's bitch encouraged me to be
brutally honest with her.  'I would get in very big trouble and never be
able to see you again' I said.

   'I know' she said.  'Don't worry Mr.  Jones, I won't tell anyone.' she
said, then she dipped her head under the water and came up with bubbles all
over her head.  She looked adorable.  Carleigh finished bathing and when
she got out I wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and hugged her to me.  I
rubbed her all over to dry her off.  It was nearing dinner time and Kristen
would be home in time for dinner so things had to get back to normal before
she got home.

   'I'm heading down to cook dinner' I said to Carleigh.  'Put some clothes
on and come downstairs when you're ready.  Kristen will be home in about 2
hours' I added.

   'Ok Mr.  Jones' she said, dropping the towel and running off to the
guest bedroom which was rapidly becoming her room.  I watched her naked
little girl ass as she ran, it was a beautiful sight.
   To be continued.