"urn," he whispered when he'd wiped her as clean as possible. "Will you be my girl"
"Sure," she grinned excitedly as she stood up to rearrange her clothes. "I'd like that."
"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked, pulling up his pants. "I sure hope so," she giggled. "When?"
"Every afternoon when school's out" she laughed as he took her hand and led the girl from behind the bushes.
When Jill arrived home, she'd never felt so happy in her life.
"Hi," Kathy greeted her. "What have you been doing, darling? "Just messing around," the child beamed. "Did you have fun?"
"Gosh, yes," sighed Jill, hurrying up to her room so she could masturbate.
CHAPTER FOUR
Since that day in the office with his beautiful secretary, Paul was spending very little time at home with his wife. She'd told him to get his sex somewhere else, and that was exactly what he was doing. Deep in his heart, Paul still loved his pretty young wife very much, but he could no longer tolerate her sexual coolness.
"Hi, Daddy," smiled Jill one Saturday morning when he came downstairs. "Can we go on a picnic today?"
"Not today, darling," he smiled, knowing he was going over to Marcia's apartment far a late breakfast and a hot nooner.
"Gee, Daddy," Jill pouted. "We never do anything any more."
"I'm sorry, dear," he tried to explain. "I have an appointment today. Maybe we can make it next week."
"Where are you going?" asked Kathy who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her third cup of coffee.
"Out," was his curt answer.
"I don't give a damn where you go or what you do!" she hissed at him when Jill left the room. "But the way you ignore your own little daughter's disgusting."
"Mind your own business!" he snapped "She's my kid."
"But I'm the one that's raising her!" Kathy protested.