Story: BAD NEIGHBOR SAM   
      
   Just like every other guy in America named Sam, I have at times   
   gotten so damned tired of 'Good Neighbor Sam' cracks that I've wished   
   I lived at least ten miles from the nearest residence. In fact I sort   
   of felt that way at first about my current next-door neighbor. He's   
   a Latino in his mid-thirties, apparently fairly successful, but still   
   a real butthead, all in all. We really don't talk very often or much,   
   at least. For Julio at least, I'm afraid that I have been a very bad   
   neighbor.   
      
   When he first moved in he turned his whole backyard into a huge gaudy   
   damned pool. His home has become the center for his extended family's   
   social gatherings, and when I saw the assorted preteen nieces and   
   cousins, I immediately set up a secret video camera to record some of   
   their cute little bodies cavorting around the pool. My camera is   
   hidden in what looks like a backyard 'bandit light', and it even has   
   remote control for steering as well as a flip up lens cover for   
   infrared shots after dark. This kind of stuff is only work for me   
   when I'm getting paid to do it; to watch scantily clad little girls,   
   it's just fun.   
      
   I have some great video of sexy female bodies in and around that pool.   
   Some of the best came when a young woman, maybe early or mid-twenties   
   moved in with Julio. Her name was Ariana, and she had a pretty nice   
   body - a little bit fuller and softer than my ideal, but in all the   
   right places at least. She is also kinda 'chi-chi', looking just a   
   little too ready and like she's had a bit more experience than is   
   ideal for my taste. Right after she came, I got my first shots of her   
   and Julio naked, fucking in the spa. They almost always do it with   
   him sitting back on the seat and her straddling him, pumping up and   
   down until they come. A couple of times they've had seconds, and once   
   he stood up while she sucked him off.   
      
   When she first moved in, the one thing I liked best about Ariana's   
   body was her tits. They almost looked like they were on the wrong   
   girl, fairly small but well-shaped, like flat cones with her nipples   
   very pronounced, super firm and perky, just the kind that I love.   
   Once when we talking face to face, she was wearing a loose,   
   open-sleeved, oversized tank top, and she gave me a nice show of   
   both her breasts. Ariana is... well, uh, flirty I guess you'd have   
   to say, at the very least, and always seemed to me like she might   
   actually be pretty seriously ready for some extra-curricular action.   
      
   Then one day, after she had lived next door about four or five   
   months, I noticed that she had a brand new set of much fuller tits.   
   Julio had taken her to Mexico and had them installed. Now I'm   
   really not complaining; I was shocked because I was pretty happy   
   with the way nature had endowed her on her own. I guess her bozo   
   dipshit beer-guzzling husband or boyfriend just wanted it his way.   
   Anyway, the end result was pretty special. She seemed more than a   
   little eager to show them off, even to me, and I soon got the full   
   visual tour in person much as I had before. I also have some before   
   and after video shots for comparison that she doesn't know about.   
      
   I work at home, and have talked with her a few times when she was   
   off work for whatever reason. There has always been a definite air   
   of sexy flirtation every time we were alone together, but... there   
   is just so far you can take that kind of thing without risking more   
   trouble than I was willing to chance for a grownup chi-chi woman.   
   Now if she had been twelve and just a tad more virginal, I don't know   
   how far I might have gone.   
      
   Once, right after her operation, at one of the parties at Julio's   
   pool, we talked a bit in private about her new tits, since they had   
   been the focus of much of the night's humor, in both Spanish and   
   English. I told her I had never felt a pair like hers, and she   
   seemed genuinely enthusiastic about sharing, even though we both   
   knew we didn't have nearly enough privacy to take that to its full   
   natural conclusion. Well hell, you know how things are with a bit   
   too much drinking and way too many people. Anyway, I was horny   
   enough to fuck a seagull by then; there was one little girl there,   
   about 13, drippingly sexy and ripe, with smooth brown skin, big   
   brown flirty eyes and one of the most perfect little asses I've ever   
   seen. Every time she was in the pool, some man - usually a family   
   member - was groping her or tugging at her seriously undersized   
   bikini. I was sure she was fucking someone pretty steady and loving   
   every damned inch of it; goddamnit, I wished it was me.   
      
   But the way that I have been a bad neighbor is really not directly   
   related to either of the adults or visitors next door. Ariana has a   
   daughter, Jody, who is not quite five years old. I'm pretty sure   
   Julio isn't her dad. I had very mixed feelings about Jody at first:   
   she's really too young for what I usually have in mind for little   
   girls; she's also kinda pudgy, with one of those wide, round, plain   
   faces. But damn, there was something about that little girl that   
   yanked my chain the first time I saw her in this one particular pair   
   of black tights that she seems to wear a lot.   
      
   For starters, it shows her pussy in full detail, and Jody has one of   
   those preschooler cunts with two big swellings poking down and out.   
   In those tights, it almost looks more like a pair of gonads than a   
   cunt. I found myself, way too many times, staring right at that yummy   
   looking little protuberance and almost licking my lips as I thought   
   about sucking it inside my mouth and running my tongue into the split   
   between her mounds.   
      
   To complicate things, Jody is one of those outgoing, super-friendly   
   little kids who likes to hug and kiss and snuggle seemingly nearly   
   everyone around her. And she liked me, right from the very first. I   
   was damned nearly bowled over the first time I kissed her, or more   
   accurately she kissed me, I guess. I was cooling from a run, and   
   went over to help her mom bring in some heavy potted plants she had   
   brought home. When I came into their house the last time, flirting a   
   little and ogling Ariana's braless beauties, Jody had stripped down   
   to nothing but a thin, nearly translucent pair of panties, and she   
   ran up to hug my naked legs. Then she dragged me over to a coffee   
   table, jumped up on it and kissed me right on the mouth. As I said,   
   I was caught totally by surprise, already feeling simultaneously   
   embarrassed and anxious about the opportunity to be with her mom   
   away from other adults, then feeling very self-conscious about having   
   such a hard time keeping from staring at the little girl's pussy,   
   practically flaunted and begging for attention in those obscene   
   little peekaboo panties. What I was thinking about was not a source   
   of any comfort.   
      
   The scantily clad, pudgy little preschooler didn't just give me a   
      
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