Subject: J-Girls...Part 12 (repost) 

                         -12- Save the last dance for me


Birds do sing a lot in the morning. There must have been thousands of them 
outside, all chirping away. Eileen was lying awake, watching me. When she 
realized that I was awake, she smiled. "Jack?"

"What?"

"I'm hungry. Will you take me up to the house for breakfast?"

"Sure, but can I wash up, first?"

"Uh huh. There's an outdoor shower out back. There's usually hot water, too. 

We had brought our terry cloth robes with us from the pool. They came in 
handy.  Eileen was wearing hers. I was still naked. The robes were kind of 
short. The smaller one that Eileen had on stopped way above her knees when 
she was standing. Lying down and only loosely tied around her, it emphasized 
rather than hid her charms. The kid had fine looking legs. Instead of heading 
for the shower I ran my hand up and down, from her knee to her thigh and back 
again. When I slipped under the hem of the robe to feel even higher up her 
leg, there was no objection. I marveled again at the total freedom I had to 
enjoy this truly beautiful child.

Ordinarily, the exertions of the previous evening would have kept my sex 
drive quiet for at least a week. I didn't know when, if ever, I might again 
share a bed with this lovely nymphet. My cock started sending me "Lets do it 
again," messages. Her robe had a cloth belt holding it closed. Just a little 
tug and it slipped open. It was like the first time all over again seeing 
that smooth, firm, young body. Her nips were just coming out. She probably 
wore a bra when she was dressed, but she could have gotten by without one. 
There wasn't much swell to her breasts but the nipples had started to spread 
and were taking on a darker color. I lowered my head and gently feasted on 
the early signs of her coming maturity.

At the same time, my hands went around her hips to reexamine her ass and 
backside. I was getting
to know every curve and depression. From the upper part of her thighs, over 
the cheeks of her ass and up her back.

Lying there, side by side, my mouth at her tiny breasts, I looked up into her 
face. Eileen was watching me with that same sullen look she'd given me in the 
pool. She was enjoying what I was doing to her. She wasn't smiling or
anything, but she liked what I was doing. I would expect to see an expression
like that on the face of a woman having sex, but on a twelve-year old girl it
was just a little scary. Of course, she knew more than a child her age is
supposed to know. It's just that seeing that awareness on such a pretty,
young face was unnerving .

   Then the storm hit. I forgot all about how young she was. All I knew was
that she was an attractive female and I wanted to fuck her. The old fashioned
way. As easy as could be I rolled her on her back, crawled up on top and did
it to her. It was quick, and dirty. No magic. No romance. Just a quick,
sweet, good morning, fuck.

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   At the main house, someone had put out a buffet table of breakfast
goodies. I settled for coffee and doughnuts. It was time to round up Mindy
and get started for home. A few girls were standing around talking, and
drinking orange juice. Outside, I could see two men walking up to the house.
Everyone was dressed. They seemed different. Is that an odd thing to say?  Of
course they were different. Clothing created a barrier. Yesterday, in the
pool, those girls were all available to me. Now they seemed untouchable. We
had all gone back to our everyday roles. The party was over. Fantasyland was
closed.

   Would I come back here? I didn't know. As exciting as it was, I didn't
know if I would. I certainly didn't mind plugging some guy's cute little
girl. It was them doing it to my daughter that didn't seem quite right. What
had Sandy said? 'If you renege, we'll be unhappy?' What did that mean? Would 
some strong arm guys come around to change my mind? Would they connive to 
have me fired? Was this like the Mafia? Once you're in, you're in and the 
only way out is through the cemetery gates?