
She sat on a stool and removed her shoes and stockings, then her little panties, and while she was just a wee little bit careful she showed delightful glimpses of bare thighs, a bit of bottom, and twice a full view of her sweet little cunnie, which, however, only lasted a brief second or two, the child being totally unconscious I was looking at her endearing charms, neither did she know she was exposing herself unduly, so very childlike and natural did she act. She went behind me back of a piece of furniture to wash, and when she came out she was in her nightie. She kissed her mother a fond goodnight, and looked over at me so demurely. Mother said: “Kiss the gentleman goodnight,” which she did sweetly. I smiled and told her that was worth a whole dollar, and gave it to her, upon which I got several hot kisses and tight hugging as I patted her bottom again.
Mary and I talked a long time, during which she told me her story of her life, and of despairing of marrying just because she was not pretty looking enough. I interrupted her to tell her she possessed more than beauty in her neatness and cleanliness. She said that when the man came along under the sweet promise of marriage when she was twenty, she let him have his will of her and do what he liked with her ripe, beautiful charms. The result was Liza. He left her, but she had a little cash from him so she bought this little house and she had some money in bank.
