From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 4   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       Chapter 4.  DISCOVERING SARAH'S FANTASIES   
      
       After a light lunch, I joined George, Sarah and Amy by the golf carts.   
   Amy already at the wheel.  "Hi, Uncle Eddie!" she shouted.  She was wearing   
   a short pink top and beige skirt, the pink top not quite meeting her skirt   
   and revealing a little midriff.  And, of course the usual white cotton   
   socks and white cotton panties.   
      
       "Sorry, she's with us," moaned George.  Putting my clubs on the cart I   
   noticed Amy bumping up and down on the seat wither hand between her legs.   
   "What are you doing?" I asked her.  "I need to wee," she whispered.  "So go   
   to the ladies toilet," I told her.  "No, it smells in there," she replied.   
   "I'm waiting until we get onto the course."   
      
       Having let me in on the secret, she put a finger to her lips and she   
   "shushed" me.  She was right, the toilets did stink, a combination of lazy   
   staff, lazy golfers and a hot climate.  That explained why the kid takes a   
   piss every time we played golf, she won't use the smelly toilets.  By the   
   time we teed off she was bent double trying to hold in the flow.  With me   
   driving and her sitting on my lap we set off.  "Don't you wee on me" I   
   whispered in her ear.  Her response was to bring her elbow back to dig into   
   my ribs.  We zigzagged down the fairway to each of our balls, hacking them   
   towards the green.  By the time we reached the second tee she was out of   
   the cart like a rocket.   
      
       "Need to wee!" she shouted as she ran to the back of the tee her hand on   
   her crotch.  With her back to us she squatted at the end of the tee box and   
   let out a torrent which hit the ground and splashed up.  It was not only   
   clear to see it was easily heard.  George just shook his head.  She   
   returned as I was at my bag at the back of the cart putting back my club   
   after taking my shot.  "I wet my pants," she whispered.   
      
       "Take them off.  I'll put them in my bag," I said as I joined her in her   
   secret.  Looking furtively at her dad and other players, she stepped out of   
   her white, now yellow stained panties and handed them to me.  I gave them a   
   little squeeze, to experience the delight of her warm wetness before   
   putting them in my bag.  Getting us back in the cart I raised my hand to my   
   nose and drank in the smell of little girl piss - lovely.  I was wearing   
   shorts and each time we got in and out of the cart, I made sure that each   
   time she climbed on my lap, her dress was up and I could I slide her naked,   
   damp, smelly pussy along me leg.  My dick rejuvenated from the earlier   
   morning's work, rose to the occasion.  She was now sitting on an iron rod   
   and it was obviously causing her some discomfort as she wriggled round   
   trying to get comfortable.   
      
       At one point in time, when her dad was out taking his shot, she stood   
   up, turned round and thumped my dick as if trying to flatten out the lump,   
   giggling as she did so.  "Do that again and I'll tell your dad you've wet   
   your knickers," I whispered to her.  Her response was to thump my dick once   
   again with a cheeky grin and mischievous twinkle in her eye.  "Right, sit   
   on my knee then," I told her.  As I placed her legs either side of my left   
   knee, her cunt lips came into direct contact with my thigh.  "Now don't you   
   wee on my lap," I whispered to her giving her sides a ticklish squeeze.   
   The tickles caused her to wriggle her bottom backwards and forwards,   
   grinding her cunt into my thigh.  We played that game most of the front   
   nine.   
      
       After playing the front nine I retrieved her panties from my bag and   
   gave them to her telling her she better put them back on as her dad would   
   be driving the back nine.  I was quite pleased with my progress with Amy, I   
   was her most rusted uncle, we shared little secrets, she was not shy with   
   me, she had become quite desensitised to genitalia and I had the black on   
   her mom and her dad.   
      
       I skipped our usual Saturday evening dinner, deciding on a early night   
   as I had lots to get together the following day before flying to K.L.   
      
       Sunday morning I saw Suja, explained where I was going, and I put it to   
   her that she could let Tuti do my housework in her place freeing her up to   
   find work elsewhere and that I would pay Tuti the same money.  She was   
   obviously delighted as it was win-win situation for her.  I got a nice   
   smile from Tuti.  My bags packed, I then spent the day at the office   
   sorting my papers and instruments before flying to K.L.   
      
       Settling in my hotel room that evening, I replayed events in my head.   
   Having spent years targeting Amy, I now wondered whether she could match up   
   to Tuti.  Was I now pursuing Amy purely because it was forbidden fruit?  If   
   I succeeded, would I be disappointed.  Is what she had to offer worth the   
   risks involved in getting it.  Then I went through the possibilities with   
   Sarah, on face value she had nothing I wanted, yet she had become more and   
   more intriguing and kept drawing me back wanting more.  I wondered where   
   she might take me next.  Perhaps it was a good thing that we had a break   
   from each other; absence makes the heart grow fonder.   
      
       I gave Sarah and Tuti check in-calls from the K L office during the week   
   just to check all was OK.  I also checked in with Pam as I had done on a   
   regular basis.  That next weekend, during one of my regular calls, Pam told   
   me she wasn't coming back to Indonesia.  She had interviewed some potential   
   tenants and none of them left her confident that they would look after our   
   home.  She wasn't prepared to leave the house and chance it being trashed   
   again.  She wasn't looking for a separation, she was just telling me I was   
   on my own if I wanted to work outside of daily travelling distance from our   
   home.  I decided not to tell Sarah until I'd thought things through.   
      
       The following Thursday evening, I was in my hotel room feeling a bit   
   lonely and thought I'd try Sarah.  George might be in Surabaya and maybe   
   she was on her own.  I could ring up and if George was there I could speak   
   to him about organising a game of golf.  Sarah answered the phone, "Hi,   
   it's Eddie, is George there?" I asked.  "No," she said, "he's in Surabaya."   
   "Good, I thought I'd take a chance he was away, it's really boring here sat   
   in the hotel room every night.  Are you OK to talk?" I asked.  "Yes, I'm   
   here alone, Amy's in bed, I'm just watching TV with a glass of wine.  When   
   are you coming back?" she asked.  "Probably early next week," I told her.   
   "Have you missed me?" she asked.  "I have," I said.  "These trips might   
   appear glamorous, but it's just work followed by sitting in a hotel waiting   
   to start work again.  I either watch TV or prop up the bar talking crap   
      
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