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The Paper Girl
by Bugman (address withheld)

***

Opening the door to the cute young paper girl leads to 
more than just having the paper delivered. The end 
results brought even her mother onto the scene, but not 
in the way one would expect. (M/gF, extreme-ped, 1st, 
anal, ws)

***

The townhouse I lived in was unique in that the complex 
was the set up as a community with a club house, 
putting green, recreation building and two large 
swimming pools. The complex fronted on a major street 
in the city where it was located and various businesses 
broke the street from the living areas. In addition, 
the area was enclosed with a brick wall around three 
sides of the several acres on which the units were 
built. The neighborhood was somewhat exclusive as the 
rents were high-end.

Shortly after moving into my unit, located on the 
backside of the complex, I was planting flowers 
alongside the driveway and carport of my residence. The 
fact someone spoke to me while I was washing the dirt 
from the concrete surprised me.

"Hi sir, would you like to subscribe to the newspaper?"

Turning around to the voice that sounded so soft, I was 
confronted by an attractive young girl who appeared to 
be about ten. Which, I later found out was her age when 
she first spoke to me. "You're the papergirl, are you," 
I asked as I looked at cute redheaded girl standing in 
front of me in shorts and a tub top.

After speaking to the girl for a few minutes, she 
filled out an order form, and handed me a free copy of 
the paper. She gave me a card with her name and 
telephone number in the event I needed to call about my 
paper service.

The card said her name was Angi and I asked her, "Do 
you deliver the paper so early in the morning by 
yourself, Angi?"

"Yeah, I just live on the other side of the wall in the 
house you can see the brown roof on," she informed me. 
"Besides, I'm not afraid to wall around in this place 
as the security cops know who I am, and watch out for 
me as I deliver the papers."

A few weeks later and school had ended for the summer, 
around noon on a Saturday someone knocked on my door. 
When I looked through the screen door, I saw Angi and 
another girl standing outside. "Hello Angi, what can I 
do for you," I asked?

"I'm collecting for the paper, sir. I hope it is ok for 
Carlotta to be with me, Mr. Walker," she replied.

After paying for the paper for a week's delivery, we 
spoke for a little while and I couldn't help but notice 
how both girls give off a visual image of youthful sex. 
After a few minutes of speaking with them, Angi said, 
"I just had a birthday on the past Tuesday and now I'm 
eleven."

The following week when Angi showed up to collect the 
paper money, she was alone and wearing a short skirt 
and a peasant blouse. After speaking for a while she 
asked if I could take her to the pool some day as she 
enjoyed swimming. "Sure, why not and if you want, I'm 
going to the pool in about an hour. If your parents 
don't mind, you can go as my guest. But your parent's 
must call me and tell me it is ok."

About forty-five minutes later my phone rang and it was 
Angi's mother. We spoke for a while and I could tell 
she was checking me out. I invited her to come along 
and go swimming, also.

In a few minutes the knock on the door told me it was 
Angi by the soft striking on the screen door frame. I 
invited Angi and her mother both inside and we visited 
for a short time, then walked out the back door of my 
townhouse, through the patio gate to the pool.

After that day, Angi was constantly at my place, with 
either her mother Patty, or Carlotta, and the two girls 
loved to go to the pool with me. I would watch them as 
they swam and loved to see their smooth legs and it 
seemed Angi had an exceptional expanse between her legs 
at her pubic area. Carlotta on the other hand was more 
developed and had small breasts that were pushing out 
against her bathing suit top.

One Saturday afternoon I was watching my favorite team 
playing a baseball game on TV when someone said, "Hi."

Not knowing anyone was inside my house, I jumped up and 
turned toward the sound of the voice. Looking I saw 
Angi standing about two feet from me, dressed in a 
short skirt and blouse. "Angi, you scarred the shit out 
of me."

Then I noticed Angi was looking at me kind of funny and 
her eyes were starring at the crotch of my boxers. 
Being home alone I was wearing only my underwear. 
Evidently when I jumped up, when Angi spoke, my cock 
had slipped out through the slit in my shorts. Oh shit, 
I thought as I realized Angi was looking at my cock. At 
first I was hesitant to put it back inside my shorts. 
Then realized it was necessary so I reach down and put 
it back inside my boxers.

"I'm sorry Angi, I didn't mean for you to view me like 
this, but I didn't know you were coming over." After 
coming over for the past few weeks, Angi simply walked 
into my house without knocking. She would do so when 
her mother or Carlotta would come with her to swim.

Looking at me with a funny look on her face, Angi told 
me, "Your thingy is the first one I've ever seen, 
except my brother's, but his isn't as big as yours."

I told Angi I needed to put my clothes on,  headed for 
my bedroom. Thinking I would put on my swimming suit, I 
removed my boxers. As I reached to get my swimming suit 
from the drawer, I saw Angi had followed me into my 
bedroom. "Angi, what are you doing in here with me 
while I'm changing?"

Smiling at me, Angi told me in a singsong ditty she 
evidently had made up, "Hug me and kiss me and love me 
with your clothes off. Da, da, da, dah, duh, da. Yes, 
hug me and kiss me with your clothes' off." Angi walked 
over to me, put her arms around my waist and pressed 
her body tight against mine. Holy shit, I thought, I'm 
going to go to jail forever, when her mom finds out 
about this. I didn't even start this situation with the 
young girl ran through my mind.

After a few moments, Angi stepped back from me and 
pulled her blouse over her head. Then she unsnapped the 
clasp on her skirt, pulled the zipper down and her 
skirt slid from her body and gathered around her feet.

I watched as Angi bent over with her back toward me and 
pulled her shoes off, then her underpants. In doing so, 
her small round hips showed how taunt and smooth they 
were and the graceful look to her legs. Legs that only 
young girls have before their hips and legs have grown 
into a feminine shape and become larger.

The image of her bending over still resides in my mind. 
I watched as her vulva stuck out though her young 
slender legs as she was bending over. Which I realized 
her bending over was longer than necessary. Before Angi 
again stood straight, she spread her feet further 
apart, thus allowing her labia to peak back at me even 
more.

My cock responded to the image it was seeing, and to 
this day, I still don't know why or how I allowed an 
eleven-year-old girl to be nude with me. Before that 
moment, I had no real concept of sex with the pretty 
redhead. At that moment, my mind was filled with a 
sexual image of the young nymphet and I wondered if I 
became a pedophile at that moment. Then Angi stood up 
straight, turned and faced me. My eyes explored every 
immeasurable part of Angi's body. My scrutiny of her 
small, tender and prepubescent shape, allowed me to see 
Angi had yet to reach the onset of puberty.

Thinking that the doors were still open to my home, I 
walked quickly to close them. That I was nude with a 
hard on, didn't cross my mind. That someone could 
observe me in a state of undress and more critical, 
sexually excited.

Walking back into my bedroom, I saw Angi standing with 
her hand over her pussy. Why or what made her modesty 
come forth I've never understood to this day. Then Angi 
walked to me and hugged her smooth soft body against 
mine. The top of her head reached only to my breast, my 
sexual urges told me to take this girl with a hard fuck 
for her first time. My mind was telling me I could go 
to jail for the rest of my life. Hell, for once my 
carnal desires said not to worry and take this young 
girl before she changed her mind.

Picking Angi up in my arms I carried her to my bed and 
lay her down. I reached over and pulled the bed covers 
down so we were on the sheet. Slowly I lay beside her 
and she moved against me and hugged me as we lay side-
by-side.

My lips moved down and kissed her as she held her lips 
tightly together. This told me she had no experience, 
absolutely none. Angi moved her young tiny leg up onto 
mine and I felt my cock rubbing against her stomach. 
Her female instincts must have been evident, even at 
age of eleven. Her leg was on mine, and I felt her body 
shifting until her pussy was touching my cock.

From even that young girl, I heard the sound older 
women let escape their mouths when they felt my cock 
touch their pussy. "Um, Um," Angi moaned out softly as 
she felt the first cock to ever touch her pussy. To 
this day I'm not sure who pulled or pushed me over on 
top of Angi. Did I roll her over or did she pull me on 
top of her small body?

Looking down at the young girl, I couldn't believe I 
was about to have sex with an eleven-year-old. Her 
breasts were nothing more than creamy-pink, slightly 
raised nipples. The areolas were perhaps a quarter inch 
or so higher on her chest where they grew. They were 
nothing more than puffy little hillocks that invited my 
lips downward. I kissed then gently, as I thought they 
might break they were so taunt.

Angi's breast must have been extremely sensitive as I 
kissed them. I felt her try to pull back from their 
first sexually contact. Her young body did not 
understand what was happening as I continued nursing 
and licking at her tiny orbs. Angi begins to push away 
from my body as I lay partially over hers and wedged 
between her young legs. At the same time I felt her 
hips moving up for contact with my body. Never had a 
woman's breast held me so in awe as these nubile, small 
and pink glandular organs. During my lifetime I had 
been with several women, from those with exceptional 
small breast, to one woman with 38D cups. No one before 
or since has ever provided the pleasure those 
developing nips gave me.

For a brief time, I had a visceral revulsion of what I 
was doing with Angi. My lips moved downward across her 
stomach and kissing my way across the smooth and soft 
skin. I settled my mouth on her young and almost 
nonexistent mons. The feeling of her smooth and 
hairless pussy against my lips was unbelievable and 
unlike anything I had ever had felt and produce such 
sexual sensations in my body and mind.

I felt Angi's body become tense as she knew what I was 
about to do to her pussy. She later told me her and 
Carlotta wondered what oral sex was, and both had said 
they'd never let a guy do such a nasty thing to them.

My mouth moved down until my lips touched her labia. I 
felt the strain in Angi's legs and pubic area as she 
attempted to keep my face from making contact with her 
pussy. Slowly my tongues moved from my mouth and began 
a manual-genital stimulation of her puffy labia. Angi's 
lip shaped guarded her vulva, and felt unreal after 
having performed oral sex on perhaps a hundred women in 
my life time. Even those who kept the pubic hair waxed 
smooth could not compare with the delicate and soft 
puffiness of Angi's labia.

I moved my tongue low on her pre-adolescent pussy, and 
slowly licked upward to her childhood clitoris. The 
feeling of her diminutive clit was completely different 
from any clit I had ever licked. It seemed like it had 
no hood to protect it from stimulation. 

I seemed to believe it was like a small penis, maybe an 
inch long. It stuck straight out from her vagina. 
Perhaps it seemed so different because an older 
female's pussy has larger labia and is hooded more. Yet 
with no way to compare Angi's clit with other young 
girls' pussies and clits, it assuredly was different 
from an older female's pussy.

Angi's clit became hard and I took it into my mouth and 
actually sucked it and in doing so I imagined it was a 
small penis. I was reminded of my son Steven, when he 
was still wearing diapers. Especially when Steven would 
become erect when my ex-wife or I bathed him or wiped 
him off while changing him.

My mouth and tongue produced incredible sensations 
within Angi's sex. I held her small and hard as marble 
buttocks in my right hand. Within a few minutes, I felt 
Angi's body responding to my licking and sucking of her 
pussy. Especially when I would suck and lightly nibble 
her clit with only my lips.

I moved my middle finger against Angi's arse, as her 
body responded to my tongue gently stimulating her 
pussy. When my finger touched her anus, Angi moved her 
hips as if to get my finger away from touching that 
opening of her body. It was oblivious Angi was 
responding as other women had when their anus was 
played with. I had done this with women from 18 to 56 
during my lifetime.

Continuing to manipulate and tamper with Angi's back 
hole, I felt her ready to climax. I moved my finger to 
her pussy, wet with her juices and my saliva. Then 
pushed my fingertip again against her tiny rear hole. 
Angi's young body reached for release of her first 
climax as I eased my finger into her ass. Angi moved up 
sharply against my face and as I eased my finger, to 
the second knuckle into her anus. She made a wheezing 
sound, unlike any thing I ever heard by a female during 
sex, before in my life. The weird sound Angi made 
wasn't limited too, or included just during the times I 
engaged in oral sex with her.

I continued to screw her tiny ass with my finger while 
manipulating her pussy with my tongue. When her climax 
hit, Angi wheezing was even louder and by now, I had my 
finger completely buried inside her ass. When Angi went 
off, I could tell the liquid I felt against my mouth 
and face was her female excrement and she'd also peed 
in her excitement. My tongue continued to move across 
her clit and into her small vagina and I moved my 
finger constantly in and out of her ass. Finally the 
taste on my tongue let me know part of the liquid in my 
mouth was urine. I knew Angi hadn't only climaxed, but 
had peed from the climatic release she had received.

Moving my face from between her slender thighs and 
looked at her pussy I'd just had oral sex with. No hair 
blocked my view as I observed her tiny pussy and the 
sight was unbelievable. The outer lips of her young 
pussy were open and the inner lips were almost 
nonexistent. But more remarkable was how her 
prepubescent sex was open. Having never observed a 
preteen girl's vagina, I saw it was open, with the 
outer lips positioned as if they were drawn back and 
held by something. This allowed her pussy to be open 
and instead of being round, was more in the shape of an 
unshelled almond nut.

Looking at her pussy made me wonder if I would be able 
to shove my cock up inside that delicate looking hole 
of human flesh. Thinking back to books, articles on sex 
with young children, and some photographs on the 
internet, I could see the attraction men would have for 
sex with preteen girls. The beauty of Angi's sex was 
simple that, beautiful. It had nothing to do with sex, 
except I was about to enter that usually minuscule 
sexual aperture between her young child's thighs.

Still in my mind is what I had done that day, with the 
pretty but an immature girl child, provides a pleasure 
that I still cannot fathom. Until that day, no way 
would I have considered having sex of any kind with an 
eleven-year-old girl. Still I remember how her young 
and hairless pussy was open, and seemed to stay that 
way as if it was awaiting my cock to push it open 
further, and take away her innocence and assuredly her 
virginity.

I moved over Angi, looked down and saw her eyes were 
shut and her face scrunched up from still feeling her 
first climax. Angi later told me that she had never 
touched herself or had done anything to stimulate 
herself sexually. When I found this out ,and realized I 
hadn't only been her first, but had given Angi her 
first orgasm. Never have I felt such happiness from 
making a female release her sexual pleasures and 
knowing I had accounted for her emotions to be 
fulfilled.

When my cock touched her tiny pussy, a sensation so 
pleasurable caused me to shudder. My hard on felt like 
it was steel instead of blood filled skin and bone 
gristle. Watching Angi's face I saw she still had her 
eyes closed. I wondered if she was fearful to open 
them, unknowing what she was about to sexually undergo. 

At the time I considered stopping but the image of the 
small girl laying spread eagled under my body told me 
to continue. To violate that slender being awaiting 
something she had no knowledge of, let me proceed with 
violating the young girl. Other than the primeval urges 
of womankind, and that was to have sex fulfilled within 
her body and soul, I knew Angi had no idea about what 
was now going to happen to her.

Pushing the head of my cock against that tiny parted 
sex, I felt my body lunge as if it wished to take the 
girl beneath me without consideration of foreplay. 
However, I wanted this to be something special for both 
of us. "Angi, have you ever had sex or anything 
before," I asked her in a soft voice.

No words came from Angi as she lay still, with her eyes 
still squeezed shut but shook her head no. Seeing the 
nodding of her head in a negative response, I felt the 
head of my cock push against the opening between her 
tiny legs. A surprising feeling seemed to pass through 
Angi's young body and I felt an involuntary vibration 
roll across her petite stomach as I lay on top of her.

"Sweetheart, do you understand what it means to lose 
your cherry, or virginity," I softly asked Angi as I 
felt her pussy starting to allow my cock to enter her?

Again Angi didn't reply verbally but shook her head in 
the "no" reply.

Now what should I do, stop and explain what would 
happen when I entered her or proceed to deflower the 
young girl of her hymen? My own needs became immediate 
for penetration of the virgin laying beneath me

Ever so slowly and gently, I begin to work the head of 
my cock into Angi's young but receptive pussy. By the 
time the head of my dick had penetrated her young 
pussy, it was being gripped tightly by the seemingly 
unknowledgeable victim. I felt Angi attempt to draw 
away from my probing cock, when I stroked forward into 
her body. Something made me realized her virginity was 
close to the frontal edge of her sex. Evidently my 
pushing into it was causing it to start the journey 
where it would split Angi's hymen apart, and be nothing 
but sore and ragged edges for the next few days.

Looking at Angi's face I noted she was still squeezing 
her eyes tightly shut. I wedged my cock deeper into her 
narrow sexual channel and noted her mouth open and her 
lips pull back across her teeth. Her eyes opened, and I 
saw a look of fear in them as she felt me making the 
final assault and tearing asunder her virginity. My 
right hand was holding her small hips and kept her from 
pulling away from my cock probing against her hymen.

I felt Angi's smallness between her legs attempting to 
keep me from entering her body any deeper. Nothing I 
had ever experienced during the entrance into a woman's 
body prepared me for the intense feeling the tightness 
of the smooth and almost flat vulva being opened by my 
cock. I was attempting to gain complete entrance inside 
of her vagina with my hard penis. I felt her shudder 
from the pressure of my cock head against her cherry.

When I finally reached the hymen guarding Angi's womb, 
she begins to cry out that it was hurting her and yet 
hadn't asked or wanted me to stop. Preceding and after 
each of her two short requests that it hurt, I would 
stop pushing my cock inside her young pussy, Angi 
continued making the wheezing sounds. These were the 
same ones she had while I was licking and sucking on 
her clit.

Hearing Angi cries in the pain from the first cock to 
penetrate and split her pussy open, my mind almost made 
me discontinue taking her cherry. "Stop, oh stop, it 
hurts and I don't want it, I've changed my mind, not 
anymore, wait a little, oh - oh" her pain stressed 
voice begged. Then the strange wheezing sounds were 
again issuing from her mouth. If I could describe the 
sound's Angi made, it would likely be like a cougar 
makes when it is warning something or someone not to 
come closer. The sound was almost nerve racking in the 
vampish and seductively way Angi hissed out her protest 
or pleasure. I've never known which it was, and she 
later told me she wasn't aware of her uttering the 
wheezing sounds. After we had finished sex, Angi told 
me she wasn't certain how she felt when I started 
inside her body, except it hurt like hell.

By now I was at a point and unable to stop my sexual 
desires and with a final shove into Angi's pussy and 
finished tearing open her tender and small pussy. 
Driving firmly through her cherry, she yelped like a 
hurt puppy. Her cries of, "No - no - take it out, I 
don't want it any more," only added to my desire when I 
split her cherry, and her crying and wheezing sounds 
drove me on in taking her completely. By now it was 
pure lust that drove me into and back out of Angi's 
young body.

For the next five or six minutes I continued to stroke 
in and out of her tight, and I knew bleeding pussy. 
When I felt my ejaculation, move from my balls, up into 
my dick and squirt out of me into her young pussy, I 
shoved deeper inside Angi's body. I felt her shake from 
the intense and unknown feelings passing through her 
body. That she was enduring the pain from her ruptured 
and bleeding hymen, wasn't a concern to me at the time, 
other than to feel her tight smooth young flesh.

Never have I enjoyed the psychological manual-genital 
sensations of a female more fully than that with Angi. 
I realized Angi wasn't prepared for intercourse, even 
if she had initiated the sex, and asked for sex in her 
sing-song voice. Yet the silk feeling of skin 
surrounding her pussy, lead me to continue taking her 
on her initial sexual journey. The perception of 
knowing a young female in such carnal ways, told me, a 
man of forty-three shouldn't have intercourse with 
someone thirty-two years his junior, didn't matter at 
the moment.

Nothing mattered to me at the instant I gushed my semen 
into her defenseless vagina and against her womb, 
except to know this underage girl through carnal 
knowledge. My sexual appetite was strictly animal 
instincts, when Angi first offered me her sexually 
underdeveloped body. Once the offer was made by Angi, 
my passions to feel sex with such a young girl became 
nothing more than a bodily function to penetrate her 
feminine core.

I slowly pulled my cock from Angi's pussy and observed 
the evidence of having taken her cherry. Following my 
cock out of her pussy was the blood from her virginity, 
which was mixed with my semen. Angi was again making 
the wheezing sounds as I eased my shrinking cock from 
her torn and bleeding pussy. God, I thought, what is 
that sound she expels from her voice? It was starting 
to become an irritant to me, as remorse started to ease 
into my mind for having had sex with my papergirl.

Moving from between Angi's slender, but somewhat 
shapely legs, I lay on my side and watched in amazement 
as her pussy continued to let out the evidence of her 
having had sex. That she had been a virgin before she 
allowed me to move into her tender and undeveloped 
pussy and probe within its depth. What should I do, I 
asked myself as I viewed what I had done? Should I just 
go to the police and turn myself in for statutory rape? 
What about Angi, will she be scarred for life, even if 
she had initiated the sexual act?

Angi sat up in the bed and as she looked between her 
legs, uttered, "Boy, my tummy hurts from what we just 
did."

Then she looked in shock as she observed the blood 
leaking from her pussy and asked me, "Am I having my 
first period, is that why I'm bleeding?"

Angi moved and lay over my stomach and chest and 
nestled her face in the area between my shoulder and 
head. Her sobs were heart rendering as she said to me, 
"My thingy hurts, and wish I hadn't asked you to do 
me."

For several minutes we spoke about it being her first 
time and that was why she was bleeding. Angi asked me, 
"What's that funny looking whitish stuff that is on me 
and everything?"

I told her, "Angi, that is my semen, or come, as some 
people call it," and then told her what it was 
primarily for. Shortly afterwards I was becoming erect 
again from feeling her on top of me. Especially as Angi 
had moved so her legs were straddling my body and she'd 
begun to rub her pussy against my cock.

With a small back and forth movements, Angi rubbed her 
pussy against my cock as it became hard and was 
sticking up over my stomach. I could feel the wetness 
still draining from Angi's split cherry and my come. 
Her movements I realized were making her young pussy 
feel good. For some reason I thought about how she had 
told me she'd never had an orgasm and I knew she was 
evidently building toward one from her moving on top of 
my cock.

After some length of time I could feel Angi applying 
more pressure against my cock with her pussy and then 
begin to move her body faster as she was masturbating 
herself off by rubbing her clit against my cock. Then 
she begins to make the wheezing sound as her body 
reached for its release within her sex.

When her climax hit, Angi let out a long wheezing sound 
and it got louder as her orgasm grew in its intensity. 
"Whezzzzzzzinnnng," was how the sound eliminated from 
her mouth when her climax peaked to its highest point 
and then she started the downward cycle of her orgasm.

My hands had moved onto her tiny round hips and I 
squeezed and kneaded them with my hands as she had 
commenced her cycle of release. When I sensed Angi was 
about to reach the peak of her climax, I had pushed my 
middle finger against her tiny ass. I inserted my 
fingertip into her and commenced pushing in and out of 
her of ass when she started her sexual release.

Once her climax stopped, I continued keeping my finger 
up inside her tiny back hole. By now I determined she 
had accepted my touching her ass while going down on 
her, and while she masturbated herself on my cock. 
Feeling her anus grip onto my finger was unbelievable 
and I decided to keep it inside her until she asked me 
to take it out of her. Very gently I moved my finger 
around in her ass and found she seemed enthralled with 
what I was doing.

She didn't ask me to stop, nor to continue, but to my 
thoughts, Angi was finding pleasure in my digit playing 
in her rectum. It has always been my belief that women 
enjoy having their asshole played with. Without a doubt 
I believe it comes from what I knew as a young boy when 
I played "doctor" with girls in the neighborhood. I 
still remember how touching their butts was part of the 
"examination" but seldom did I play with their pussies.

Before long Angi started the wheezing sound and to my 
surprise commenced to urinate on me. Feeling the hot 
pee running from her urethra and onto my cock and over 
my stomach and legs caused me to ejaculate. The sexual 
release for me was astounding as Angi continued to 
wheeze the total time she was peeing and when she was 
done, commenced crying.

"Don't cry Angi, it is ok, what you've done," I told 
her. It is my opinion she thought peeing was shameful 
and whispered to me, "That is the most water I've ever 
made."

As I held her, Angi informed me she sometimes peed the 
bed and almost always peed when she showered or bathe. 
After questioning her, Angi told me at times she took a 
bath with her brother who was almost two years old than 
she. Her parents had bathed them together when they 
were little and her mother still thought nothing of 
them bathing together.

In fact, Angi said, "Bobby and I showered together this 
morning and he likes to watch me pee." Angi went on to 
tell that sometimes she and Bobby would take a bath 
together during the day while their mom was at work.

While we lay together on the bed, I asked Angi if she 
and Bobby ever touched each other like we had and was 
surprised to hear they never engaged in sexual conduct. 
Perhaps, I thought it was because he considered her too 
young, or he understood about incest. I determined, 
that what hadn't occurred in the past, may likely 
change in the future. Now Angi had sampled the passions 
and animal instincts of carnal knowledge between male 
and female, and she might very well trigger that 
aspects of sex in both their lives.

After about an hour I was again erect and moved between 
the slender and slightly shaped legs of the preteen 
body laying beneath me. When I attempted to enter 
Angi's still slightly bleeding pussy, the soreness and 
tenderness were more than she could accept. 

Angi told me she would try to have me put my "thingy" 
inside her. But she felt a burning sensation inside 
from before when I pushed into her and asked me to stop 
my second attempt to take her. "Something had torn or 
whatever when you pushed into my thingy really far," 
she explained when asking me to stop.

After a short while we spoke of what it is like for a 
man to go off and I informed Angi how she could watch 
what my come was like if she stroked on my cock. "Take 
it in your hand and stroke up and down on it, 
sweetheart, and you will see what happens when a man 
comes."

At first Angi was awkward in handling my cock, but 
eventually Angi became knowledgeable in how to stroke 
me and finally I shot off. This must have taken fifteen 
or more minutes before my come shot out of my cock. 
Angi laid her head on my stomach as she started 
stroking my cock. When I shot off, some landed on her 
face and some I believe went into her mouth, as she had 
started to say my thingy felt like it was shaking, when 
I shot off.

Her eyes never left the end of my cock as my come 
exploded out from me. I did find it necessary to tell 
her to keep stroking me until I was finished coming.

After a few minutes we got up and took a shower 
together and she didn't even think about the fact she 
peed almost as soon as she felt the water spraying over 
her body. While showering we spoke about what we had 
done and I explained that I would go to prison for the 
rest of my life if she told anyone about what had 
happened.

Angi hugged me, and spoke as if she was older, and 
advised me, "I will never, ever, tell anyone about 
today. It was my idea and when I sang my little song to 
you I never dreamed it would be like it was. The pain 
and burning feelings are hard to accept. But you made 
me a woman and I wanted you to do it to me. I just 
never knew it would feel and be like it was tearing me 
open."

Then to my real surprise she told me, "I didn't think 
your thingy would go inside mine, but I really didn't 
know how a boy and girl did it until you put yours 
inside mine. Can we do it again but the next time will 
you not make it hurt?"

I explained what sex was like and that her being young 
and my cock being fairly large, made her first time 
more than normally painfully. "As for having sex again, 
let's wait and see what happens. Perhaps you can come 
over and we can go swimming this weekend, ok Angi?"

Saturday morning around eight o'clock, I received a 
telephone call from Angi and she wanted to know if her 
mother and she could come over and go swimming after 
they had breakfast? I said sure, but I'm on my way to 
breakfast, so how about I pick the two of you up, and 
breakfast will be my treat.

I could hear her mother tell her she shouldn't be 
asking me to take them for breakfast as Angi asked if 
they could go with me. Angi to put her mother on the 
phone, and I explained that the idea of treating them 
to breakfast was my idea and not Angi's.

Driving to pick them up made me wonder if Patty had 
considered anything happening between Angi and me. My 
mind also wondered if it would be embarrassing to see 
the eleven-year-old, knowing I had not only had sex 
with her but had been her first. During the days since 
having sex with Angi I had constantly worried about 
being arrested. One thing I had known was that if Angi 
had reported our sexual activity to her mother, and 
Patty contact the police, I would plead guilty 
immediately and take my punishment.

Over breakfast, Patty and I spoke about our past life, 
marriage, divorce and children. Angi was being an 
ornery eleven-year-old, doing childish and playful 
thing that is part of her age group. I continued to be 
amazed that she had initiated sex between us. Also I 
wondered if she felt sorry about what she had allowed 
to take place between us.

After breakfast we returned to my place, dressed in our 
bathing suits and walked to the pool. For the next 
couple of hours, Patty and I soaked up the sun and I 
watched as several men from the complex who knew her, 
stopped and spoke with her. Patty was an attractive 
woman and her height I would guess was only an inch or 
two from six feet. Her breasts were likely around 34B 
but were still firm after having two children.

Watching Angi play in the pool with the other children 
I saw her being the same as the other boys and girls 
splashing and diving into the water. My mind looked at 
the other children and wondered if any of them had 
engaged in sexual activity. For whatever the reason I 
could find no girl of Angi's age that I believed ever 
had sex. They were the same spindly shaped girls as 
Angi, except none were as tall. 

The bathing suit that Angi was wearing was a two-piece 
bikini style and it was about the same as the other 
girls wore, except a couple girls had one piece suit. 
At one point I dozed off to sleep and was wakened when 
Angi dumped a small bucket of water over my head.

Jumping from my deck chair, I chased Angi into the pool 
and soon dived under the water and grabbed her legs and 
pulled her under with me. After a brief moment I 
released her and she rose to the surface before me and 
when I got to the surface and with the flat of her 
hand, splashed water into my face. Patty had noticed 
what she had done when she pored the bucket of water 
over me and then splashed me in the pool.

Telling her daughter, "Angi, stop splashing people and 
behave yourself."

After swimming for a couple of hours we left the pool 
and I dropped Patty and Angi off at their house and 
drove to my place. Patty reminded Angi that she needed 
a shower and must complete her paper route collections. 
About an hour later Angi came to my place to collect 
for the paper and walked over to me and gave me a hug. 
We spoke for a short while and them she left to 
continue with her collection for the paper.

While hugging me, Angi asked me, "Do you like me or am 
I just a silly kid who did something she shouldn't 
have?"

Her question surprised me as it was asked in an adult 
voice, even if the wording was that of a child. "No, 
you not a silly kid Angi, perhaps neither of us should 
have allowed things to have happened, especially 
myself, as I'm more than old enough to have stopped 
things from going too far. And yes, I like you. Perhaps 
too much so, you're my buddy, OK?"

With finishing my answer to her inquiry, Angi hugged me 
even tighter, grinned up at me and ran out the door as 
a child of eleven would do.

The following week nothing happened between us and I 
believed that the sex between us would be a one time 
circumstance. On Friday afternoon, I answered my office 
phone, Patty was calling and asked if she could impose 
on me as she needed a big favor. "I'll try to help you. 
What do you need, Patty?"

Patty told me that she had an opportunity to go on a 
business retreat with her firm, starting that evening, 
and it would last until around noon Sunday. She 
explained it was a last minute invitation from the 
president of her company in recognition of some work 
she had completed. She told me her work landed her 
company a large contract that had been agreed to by 
both companies just before she called.

"Sure, I'll keep the kids for you. I've never met 
Bobby, but I'm sure we can survive each other for a 
couple of days. Especially with Angi to help keep an 
eye on him, " I replied to her request.

When Patty answered me, I about flipped, "Bobby is with 
his soccer team at camp for a week and isn't here. Just 
Angi, if that is all right with you, Dave."

Thinking I told Patty, "Hell, Patty, I'm a divorced 
single man and your daughter is only eleven. I'm not 
sure that would be a good idea for me to have her alone 
in my house." When I spoke that comment to Patty, no 
thought of Angi and me having had sex was present in my 
mind. Instead I simply thought out the possibility of a 
divorced adult male being in the presence of a preteen 
girl, whom wasn't a relative.

I listened as Patty told me she understood but as it 
was such a short notice she didn't know who to call. 
She thought of me because Angi told her that I had been 
nice to her and she liked me and I was the nicest 
customer on her paper route. 

The disappointment was evident in Patty's voice as she 
apologized for calling me because she hadn't been able 
to find anyone who could keep Angi on such short 
notice. Patty said some of her friends had other plans 
for the weekend and weren't available. "Besides, you 
were so pleasant when we had breakfast and those times 
at the pool, so I trust you with Angi." Man that set my 
mind on a quilt trip when Patty told me, she trusted 
me.

The hurt in Patty's voice was noticeable and finally I 
told her, "If you think it will be ok, and if Angi 
doesn't have a problem staying with me for a couple of 
nights, bring her over when you're ready to leave."

No sooner had I hung up the phone with Patty, than I 
wondered if Angi and I would sleep together, even if we 
didn't have sex. God, I thought, that is exactly what I 
was warning Patty about. After work I realized I would 
be unable to meet with the regular Friday night happy 
hour crowd. I walked down the hallway to the office of 
a fellow worker who was a part of the drinking group. I 
told Jeff, "Can't join in with the group tonight, I 
have to baby-sit."

Jeff looked up at me from behind his desk and asked who 
I was baby sitting. "Oh, my neighbors baby daughter," I 
replied. I quickly left Jeff's office before he started 
asking questions, I could hear what the rest of the 
group would say if they knew I was having an eleven-
year-old girl stay at my pad for a long weekend.

Leaving work about an hour early, I stopped at the 
grocery, picked up some groceries and snacks so I could 
feed my unexpected guest. When I arrived home, I was 
putting the items away when I heard Angi announce that 
she and her mom were in my house. 

I listened as Patty told her daughter that she 
shouldn't just walk into someone's home without 
knocking first, and wait for them to answer the door. I 
had to laugh as Angi advised her mom she always walked 
into my house when she delivered the paper. Sometimes 
she had to wake me up as I had fallen asleep in my big 
chair while watching TV, she told her mother.

After my telling Angi where to put her things in the 
spare bedroom, Patty walked into the room with her. I 
over head Patty telling her, "Behave yourself and don't 
give Mr. Walker trouble or I'll spank your behind when 
I return. Give mom a kiss before I leave."

When they returned to the kitchen where I was, Patty 
told her daughter, "You can't go any place with your 
friends until I return. Also you do what Mr. Walker 
tells you, Angi."

Angi returned to the room she would have over the 
weekend and was busy getting something from the room. 
Patty told me, "I don't want her alone with her friend 
Carlotta. I feel uncomfortable about that girl but 
can't tell you why Dave. There is something about her 
that isn't right." Did Patty have some female intuition 
that Carlotta may be sexually active or why did she 
feel uncomfortable about the young girl?

Looking at her mother as if she was being treated like 
a baby, Angi told her mother, "Dave and I are friends 
and he knows I want cause problems."

Patty looked at her daughter and told her, "Angi I've 
told you not to be disrespect able to older people and 
to address them with their surname, not by their 
forename."

"Mom, Dave and I are friends, right Dave," Angi 
laughingly answered her mother.

After Patty left and Angi unpacked her clothes, I 
suggested we go somewhere to get a bite to eat. Angi 
asked, "Can we go to Pizza Palace? They have the best 
pizza in the whole world. Can we Dave, please?"

"Sure, if that is where you wish to go for dinner, and 
I like their pizza, also. So are you going to change 
clothes or wear what you have on? Do you have a dress 
with you," I asked Angi?

Angi told me that she had only brought one dress with 
her and thought maybe we could eat out tomorrow night 
and planned on wearing it them. She decided to wear 
some new matching shorts set and went into the room to 
get it to wear.

She returned with the shorts set in her hands and I 
could see it was just right for a young girl to wear to 
Pizza Palace. "That will a great outfit to wear 
tonight, so go change."

Instead of leaving the den where we were standing, Angi 
simply started undressing in front of me. I looked with 
disbelief at how open she seemed to be as she disrobed 
in front of me. I watched as her blouse she was wearing 
was removed and tossed onto the sofa. Then she pulled 
her shorts down over her hips, stepped out of them and 
they joined her blouse on the sofa.

Looking at me, Angi then pulled her panties off and 
dropped them onto the floor. She picked up a clean pair 
she got with her shorts set. My eyes looked at the 
small vulva between her tiny upper thighs and I tried 
to imagine how I had been able to penetrate her sex. 

Angi had hardly any labia, and except for a slight 
amount of fatty tissue making up her mons, her sex 
seemed almost nonexistent. Angi looked across the few 
feet that separated where we were standing from each 
other. Softly Angi whispered in her still small voice, 
"Am I pretty, Dave?"

My focus shifted and now I was viewing her completely 
nude body, not just between the small and gangly legs 
of the young girl. There was no modesty between Angi 
and myself, as she stood in her natural state of nudity 
before me. 

In fact, I believe she was knowledgeable beyond her 
years when it came to allowing her petite and lovely 
physical self to be exposed to my gaze. It was 
certainly from my vantage point, which Angi was 
consciously aware of what I was feeling in viewing her 
nakedness.

Whether Angi understood the sexual teasing, she was 
providing me as she began to cover her nudity and 
slipped on her panties, blouse and lastly, her shorts. 
As I observed her get dressed, and the manner, in which 
she moved her legs to expose the gap between them. It 
was without any doubt Angi was aware, even at her young 
age, what it means to allow a male to view a woman 
between her thighs.

Angi asked me to come with her into the bathroom while 
she brushed her hair. She smiled at me as she completed 
fixing her hair, checking her clothes to ensure they 
were just right. Then said to me, "I'm ready to leave 
on our date."

Arriving at Pizza Palace, we had about a twenty minute 
wait for a table. Angi asked me, "Can we go into the 
arcade and play some of the games, please?"

"Why not, I replied," and followed her into the game 
room. Several kids she knew were inside, including 
Carlotta. I watched as Angi and Carlotta played the 
various game machines and soon I noticed several boys 
about sixteen or more hanging all over Carlotta. 
Watching even more closely, it appeared they were 
touching her butt and the front of her shorts between 
her legs. I observed a boy as he placed his hand on an 
arcade race car track game which you stood to play.

Hardly had the boy done so, and I observed Carlotta 
move her body until her pubic area was resting against 
the boy's hand. I could only view a part of what was 
taking place but realized the boy was putting his 
fingers up the large sized leg of the shorts Carlotta 
was wearing. I saw he must be playing with her sex and 
she was allowing him to touch her. It amazed me that 
she would do so in a place as open as the game room. I 
walked over to Angi and asked her to come with me as I 
thought I had heard them call our name for a table.

While eating our pizza, Angi spoke about many things 
that were subjects a girl of eleven would wish to 
discuss. At one point I asked if her friend Carlotta 
was having sex with boys. Angi said she didn't know for 
sure but was aware she messed around some. She told me 
that her mother didn't want her to be alone with 
Carlotta.

Before leaving the pizza parlor, Angi asked me, "Are we 
going to sleep together tonight and do what we did 
before?"

I wasn't certain how to answer her question as I had 
resolved not to have sex with her again. Now I simply 
told Angi, "Perhaps we should allow things to happen 
naturally and not make any plans, ok?"

When we arrived home, Angi went to her room and when 
she returned was wearing a short nighty outfit. It was 
basically a short T-shirt and a pair of matching 
panties. They were red and white and covered very 
little of her body below her waist. She walked over to 
where I was seated on the sofa and climbed up on my 
lap. Did she understand the image I was receiving from 
her only partially covered body? The memory of what had 
occurred less than two weeks previously between us came 
back into my mind.

Around 10:30 I suggested we go to our own rooms and go 
to bed. I had her get down off my lap and I walked into 
my bedroom and undressed. I crawled into bed nude, and 
just as I was comfortable, Angi walked into my bedroom 
and she was nude. Unable to tell Angi she couldn't 
sleep with me, I said nothing as she got under the 
covers and moved over against me. She reached her arm 
across my chest and pushed her pubic area against my 
leg.

"Dave, I want to, do you," Angi asked?

There was nothing indecent about her comment, but she 
simply wanted sex with me. That I understood was 
unmoral and highly illegal on my part. Whatever 
prompted Angi's sexual desires, I don't believe any 
physiological evaluation could actually and truthfully 
describe her desire for sex with me. I've read and 
studied books and items on sex between adults and 
children and understand the points raised against such 
actions by adults in seducing young boys and girls.

Not to excuse such activity on my part, or sexual 
contact by other adults with young people, but I've 
asked myself, since my being propositioned by Angi, is 
it possible some children simply want sex? Why is it 
that society in the United States allowed prostitution 
in San Francisco, until the 1890's, to include girls 
who had reached nine years of age? 

Even England in the late nineteenth century allowed 
girls, reaching the age of twelve, to determine without 
punishment if they wished to engage in sex and could be 
legally at the age of consent. During the heyday of the 
Old South, a girl who wasn't married and a mother by 
their early teens, was considered an old maid. Even now 
at the start of twenty-first century the age for a girl 
to marry is as low as fourteen in the United States and 
after eighteen, can be married without parental 
consent.

These facts are not to change the actions of my having 
sex with Angi, but to question why is it illegal for a 
man to engage in sex if the request is simply initiated 
by an underage girl, regardless of her age?

These thoughts ran through my mind, along with others, 
when Angi asked me if I wished to engage in sex with 
her. Her desires were her own and I had not initiated 
any actions to have her crawl into bed with me. Perhaps 
I should have made her get up and return to her own 
room while spending the night in my home.

"Angi, are you certain you want to have sex with me 
again?"

Without an answer to my question, Angi reached down and 
gripped my erection and moved so her pussy could be 
against my cock. "Dave, I liked what we did before and 
it doesn't hurt in my thingy anymore."

Her small hands and arms then moved onto my body and I 
felt her pulling me so I could move atop her young 
body. Slowly and with easy movements of my cock, I 
begin to enter her tiny sex. When the crown of my cock 
slipped inside her smooth labia, and I felt when it 
lodged inside her pussy, feeling my cock head being 
held in her vagina was unbelievably erotic. For a while 
I didn't move it about her sex, but held it just inside 
her pussy.

Moving with just a slight wiggle like of my cock inside 
her vaginal mouth, I had yet to commence stroking my 
cock in the act of sex. Not until I felt her hips start 
to rise upward from the bed did I feed more of my hard 
on into her body. Finally we both begin moving in the 
ritual of love making that makes sex, sex.

Then I heard Angi making the wheezing sounds as she had 
the first time we had sex. I looked down at her face 
and saw her mouth was completely open as she uttered 
the wheezing sounds from deep inside her throat. Angi's 
eyes were tightly shut and her mouth appeared to be 
locked open by the way her jaws held her mouth open in 
an oval shape. The shape of her face appeared to make 
her chin almost pointed, whereas her face was normally 
a model's perfect oval shape.

Angi surprised me and uttered her first words, "Oh 
Dave, oh what is happening, I feel different in my 
thingy this time? Fuck, oh Dave!"

Hearing Angi utter fuck, made me understand she was 
having an orgasm from my stroking in and out of her 
tiny pussy. I could feel her clit rubbing against my 
cock as I moved it back and forth in her small opening. 
The memory of how her clit was like a small penis when 
I had went down on her the first time we had sex made 
me realize she was benefiting from its shape and size 
as it rubbed against my hard on.

Stroking with easy and deep movements of my cock back 
and forth within her body, I lead Angi through another 
climax. Her voice made piercing sounds as my cock 
explored within her sexual cavity. Gingerly I made 
repeated movements of my cock into her shallow and 
tight pussy to allow Angi the emotional experience that 
only tender sex provides. 

Unlike the first time when I rode her hard for my own 
desires more than hers. For whatever my intentions, I 
desired Angi to feel my gentleness in bringing her 
young body to sexual heights. She may have been young, 
but her given of herself to me was more adult than any 
older woman ever reveled to me when they moved under 
and around me when I had sex in the past.

What assuredly was at least twenty minutes, I made Angi 
feel the desires of being sexually fulfilled. The 
feeling of my seed gushing out through my cock and into 
her small sex which encased my cock in her, was 
satisfaction to its utmost. After I went off, I rolled 
over onto my back and pulled Angi over on top of me. 
Evidently we went to sleep immediately and when I awoke 
the next morning, Angi was still laying on top of me 
and my arms were wrapped around her small back.

After a few minutes, I eased Angi off my body, and I 
got up and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. 
While I was urinating, I heard the phone ring, and then 
heard Angi say, "Hello."

Walking back into the bedroom, it was obvious that Angi 
was speaking with her mother, and I heard her tell 
Patty, "I need to get Dave, as you woke me up when the 
phone rang, and I think he is out on the patio, so hang 
on."

Angi had been smart enough to not let her mother know 
she was in my bed, and when I answered the phone, Patty 
asked if her daughter was behaving herself. I explained 
she and I had went out for pizza last evening, and I 
had allowed her to watch a late movie, so she was still 
in bed when she called.

That morning, we hung around the pool, then showered 
and dressed for lunch at a local small home-style 
restaurant, and then I drove to a mall with Angi. Being 
the typical young girl, Angi wanted one of each thing 
she saw, and I finally bought her a pair of levis, "she 
just had to have." 

Then we went back home and watched television, and 
around five in the afternoon, we showered together and 
dressed to go out for dinner. Angi wore the dress she 
had brought with her, and she looked cute in the light 
blue material of the dress, and even if it was somewhat 
short, she told me her mother had purchased the dress 
for her.

Over dinner, we spoke of she and her brother taking a 
bath together, and she said they had messed around a 
little the last time, which was two days ago. "Bobbie 
tried to get me to let him put his thing in mine, but I 
said I was scared to do anything."

As we spoke, Angi said she had promised Bobbie he could 
just put it in her, but he could do it all the way. She 
guessed they would likely do it next Monday after her 
mom went to work. "Bobbie isn't as big down there as 
you are, but he got really hard in the tub the other 
day, and he put my hand on his thing, but I pulled my 
hand away, and pretended to cry and that I was afraid I 
would get in trouble."

That night in bed, Angi and I had sex three times, and 
when we awoke Sunday morning, I went down on her. As 
she was climaxing, she again urinated and I couldn't 
keep from drinking the salty and hot liquid as it 
escaped from her urethra. 

The taste of Angi's urine, was something I found 
enjoyable, and I swallowed her pee as quickly as I 
could. The problem with Angi peeing was the mess it 
made in the bed, and I was lucky I had a high quality 
mattress cover on the bed. It was stained in red from 
Angi losing her virginity, but it kept the mattress 
from being soaked in her urine.

Patty returned Sunday evening, and Angi and I met her 
at the airport. On the way home, we stopped for dinner, 
and enjoyed being like a family.

For the next three years, we became even closer, and at 
Angi's suggestion, I started to date Patty. When Angi 
was fifteen, we had our final sex together, and after 
we were done, she asked me, "Do you mind if we don't do 
this anymore, cause I know mom really likes you, and a 
boy at school wants to take me out?"

For several minutes, we discussed our relationship, 
then Angi moved down and started to suck on my 
erection. This was a first for her, and in the past she 
had always refused to do it for me, even though she 
tried it a couple of times. Her mouth moved up and down 
over my cock and after five minutes or so, I told Angi, 
"Honey, I'm going to cum, so stop unless you want to 
take me." 

Angi continued stroking me with her hand and moving her 
mouth up and down on my cock, then I shot off in her 
mouth. She tried to swallow my load, and took some of 
it, but had to draw her mouth from my ejaculating cock.

Two years latter, Patty and I married, and on our 
honeymoon, we were setting at the pool on the cruise 
ship, and I about passed out when my new bride asked 
me, "Do you miss being with Angi, and I knew all about 
it, from the start, and hope you don't think ill of me 
for not stopping the two of you."

Looking at Patty, I saw a smile on her face, and she 
leaned over and kissed me. We rose from the pool and 
walked to the bar alongside the pool, and took a seat 
on bar stools. After are drinks were served, we spoke 
about Angi and I and Patty said at first she wanted to 
kill me when she found out I was having sex with her 
daughter. Then she explained that Angi had reminded her 
that she had promised not to do anything against me, 
and so she hadn't stopped Angi from seeing me, or 
reporting me to the police.

Patty and I have been married fifteen years, and Angi 
has two children.

What Patty did not know was that Angi and Bobby had 
been active in sex for the duration of time that he was 
still at home, and even once when he was home on leave 
from the service. I have never informed Patty of this 
fact and don't believe Angi has ever told her mother 
about she and Bobby being incestuous together.

Life has strange turns and even the straight lines 
aren't always as they seem, and with Angi, Patty and 
myself, I will never understand how things really 
happened as they did. Just recently I was surprised 
when Patty said to me, "You know "our daughter", yes 
Angi, asked me last week if I would consider you and I 
swinging with she and her husband, as I guess that they 
have gotten into that lifestyle."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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