The Pedo

It was a hot summer day and Steve was walking through the park looking at all the children playing their games. Some were swinging in the wings, playing in the sand box, playing tag, and sliding down the slides. The sight of all these children was giving Steve a hard-on.
Steve is a 30 year old single man who just moved into the town a couple weeks ago. He is an athletic guy and at 6’3 a tall giant. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a black polo shirt. His brown hair was slicked back and his green eyes were peering from child to child.
Thump, thump thump, thump thump thump.
Steve turned around and saw a little blue ball behind him. He picked it up and saw a little girl walking toward him. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was a thin girl and barely came up past his waste. She was wearing a short white skirt and a lime green shirt with a butterfly symbol in the middle.
“Hello sir,” she said.
“Hello,” said Steve with a smile.
“That’s my ball,” she said, pointing at the blue sphere. “Can I have it back?”
“Of course, here you go,” he said handing her the ball. He thought this girl was so cute that he couldn’t possibly let her go yet.
“Umm, little girl,” he said, “What’s your name?” She turned around and looked at him.
“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” she said.
“Well, my name is Steve,” he said, introducing himself. “I am 30 years old, single, and I live right across street. There, now I am not a stranger.”
“Well,” she said, thinking it over. “My name is Sarah and I am 11 years old and I live down the street.”
“Awesome,” he said. As he looked at this little girl he was mentally undressing her, imagining what her bald pussy and tiny nipples would look like.
“Where are your parents?” he asked looking around.
“Oh, they’re at the house,” she said. “They let me come here alone since we live so close.”
“Would you like to come over my house?” asked Steve, hoping she would say yes. “You look really tired and sweaty and I have some homemade lemonade that I can give to you. I also have air conditioning.”
Sarah thought to herself about the offer and found it very tempting. She nodded to him and agreed to go. She was thirsty and sweaty and could use some refreshment. Steve told her to follow him and they walked toward the brick house across the street. They arrived at the door and he let her in.
It was very cool inside and everything was very clean. There were hardwood floors, nicely wallpapered walls, and expensive objects all over. Steve told Sarah to sit on the couch as he fetched the lemonade. He came back a couple minutes later and gave her a glass.
“Thank you,” she said.