Karen felt a throb in her cunt as she looked at the little girl. She had not been attracted to a girl before, only boys, but now she felt a deep, tingling sensation, a feeling of need for this girl. She wanted to run her hands over that sweet, young body, to feel that sweetly curved ass and puffy little cunt, to squeeze those tender, small tits. A sudden thought jolted her. She wanted to lick that sweet, young cunt!

During this period of looking the little girl over, Karen had been chatting with Stan and Susan. She had revealed herself as a teacher, and learned that Stan was an engineer, and that Susan had once been a secretary, but now devoted her time to her children and family life.

"What school do you teach at?" Susan asked.

Karen told her, adding that she taught the ninth grade.

"Then you'll have Devon next month," Susan said.

"Devon?" Karen asked, blankly.

"Why yes," Susan said. "He attends that school, as does Pamie. She's in the eighth this year."

Oh, God, Karen thought. What a coincidence. She wasn't sure about this now. That was getting too close to home for comfort.

"I should thank you for watching Devon while we were gone," Stan said, gazing openly at Karen's long legs. "We were running out of food."

Karen noticed the small, compact car parked at the rear of the huge motor home. That explained Devon's comment about using a car. Karen shot Devon a quick glance, trying read in his eyes if he had said anything dangerous about them. But all she saw was his friendly face and gleaming eyes.

Pamie came up and sat near Karen, crossing her feet, knees wide apart, and looked up at Karen. "You're awfully pretty," the little girl said.

"Why, thank you," Karen said. "I think you're about the prettiest little girl I've ever seen."

Karen looked down, trying to keep her eyes on the sweet face, but found she had to glance at the crotch. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a few curling hairs standing from the tightness there. Also, the bikini had pulled into the crack of her young cunt.