She unlocked the door of the motor home, and stepped inside. It was a small one, but it had a tiny galley and a double bed that could serve as a couch, too. The boy looked around. "It is small," he said. "Ours is thirty two feet long."

"That's a rolling house," Karen said, opening the tiny refrigerator and handing him a Coke. "But I don't need a big one."

The boy was looking at her again, and Karen sat on the bed she had not made up yet. Deliberately she placed her right heel on the edge of the bed and drew her knee to her chest. This brought her skirt up, and the boy gazed directly at her revealed crotch. Karen saw his cock jerk in his swim trunks, and gave a soft, low giggle.

"I bet you have a lot of girl friends," she said teasingly.

"No," he replied, openly looking under her dress as he leaned against the small stove. "I don't need any girl friends."

Karen accepted that as meaning he enjoyed other things than girls at the time.

"Don't you like girls?" she asked.

"Sure, it's just that I don't need any right now."

"Don't you ever want to… you know, play with a girl once in a while?"

"Sure, but you know how girls can be," he said.

Karen knew very well how little girls his age could be. Some of them would scream murder if a boy so much as touched one of their little tits. But she also knew there were enough little girls who wanted to play with a boy as much as the boy wanted to play with them.

"Would you like to play with me?" Karen asked, almost breathlessly.

The boy gazed at her crotch, his cock thrusting hard against his trunks. "Yes," he said, his voice huskier now. "I'd like that."