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Jennifer

She always wore as little as she could and except for cold days, seldom wore shoes. She had no figure to speak of but she had long legs. Because of that, people mistook her for an older girl. She was only 11 years old or nearly 12 as she always told people. She was always pestering me when I was working on my car. It didn’t bother me too much as it’s nice to chat. She was there when I was working in the front garden, sitting on the wall at the front, or on the seat near the front door. She liked to wear loose fitting tops, and when she bent over to chat to me, her top would gape open. Jennifer was smiling as she always caught me looking, and I began to realize that she was finding more ways of showing parts of her body to me. One day she turned up wearing a bikini top and a very short skirt. I got to see her ass several times as she bent over to pick something up. What shocked me was when I was cleaning the wheels on my car and Jennifer sat down on the floor, her knees opened slightly and all I could see was her bare pussy. By bare, I mean that there was not a single hair on it at all. I had presumed that this little tease was wearing a thong as when I saw her ass earlier, there was no sign of ordinary knickers.

I was in a dilemma, as if she had been older, I wouldn’t have hesitated to try something on with her, but I had never been into little girls. My problem was that I was semi erect most of the time that she was around me, giving little glimpses of naked flesh to me. What was I to do? The decision was taken out of my hands when she was helping me one day.

Jennifer had turned up on this occasion wearing a very short t-shirt, and no bra. This gave me glimpses of her small mounds and her bare midriff and showed the start of her hip bones over the top of, for her, a moderate length skirt. Her long legs were bare as usual, and no shoes, showing off her purple painted toenails. She offered to do some watering for me, and while still chatting, allowed me to get on with other things. All of a sudden, it felt like rain, but as I stood up, I saw that it was Jennifer pointing the hose in the air over where I was. Laughing loudly, she saw me walking towards her, and shrieked in mock terror. I got a hold of the hose, but she still held on tight, so both of us wer now getting wet. Watching the rivers of water soaking her t-shirt and running inside over her body had me fully erect. Jennifer stumbled backwards and tripped, landing on her backside, but pulling me over with her. As I landed on top of her, my outstretched hand fell on her t-shirt covered tit and as my hands were dirty and wet, left a palm print on her t-shirt.

“ Oh no, what am I going to do now? My mum will kill me if she sees this”.

“Come on inside and I can wash it for you as well as your skirt that also has a mark on it.