From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Nath   
      
   By Babylover (M/g, pedo, con)   
      
   This story is fiction and never happened. If you dislike preadolescent   
   sexual stories you should stop here and read no further.   
      
   Hello everyone, my name is Jennifer. I'm 16 years old now, but my story   
   started several years back when I was six, almost seven years old. I   
   lived with my Mom and younger brother. Mom and Dad got married while Mom   
   was still fourteen. She lied about her age so she could get married and   
   away from home. Dad left and divorced Mom about a year after my brother   
   was born, when I was about three years old. So Mom had to go to work.   
   Our Grandma would look after us until Mom got off work.   
      
   When I was six I had a girlfriend my age and we would walk to the park   
   together. The park was just behind our house. One day we were playing on   
   the bars and I slipped off and hurt my leg and arm as I fell on the   
   gravel underneath. A nice man who was reading his newspaper heard me   
   crying and quickly came over to see if he could help me. He cleaned the   
   gravel and dirt off my leg and arm where they were bleeding. He put some   
   antibiotic ointment on them that he had just bought at the pharmacy, and   
   some big Band-Aids he bought there too.   
      
   I sat on a park bench and he sat on the ground as he took care of me. He   
   touched me so gently and I loved having him touch me, not like my father   
   who didn't want me around. His hand was on my thigh very close to my   
   little pussy as he gently made sure I was all right and finished   
   cleaning and bandaging my owies. His fingers massaged between my thighs   
   very close to my pussy. It felt very good and I started wishing he would   
   touch and massage my pussy too, but he only touched it lightly as he   
   touched close to it.   
      
   I had a miniskirt on and I noticed him looking up under my skirt as he   
   glanced at my panties from time to time. He didn't say anything about my   
   bikini panties that had little pink flowers on them so I didn't think   
   too much of it. I was just glad he was gently taking care of me. Being I   
   didn't have a Daddy anymore I loved the attention this nice kind man was   
   giving me. He was being so gentle with me and trying not to hurt me as   
   he cleaned my owies.   
      
   My real Daddy was always yelling at me to get out of his way, but this   
   nice man was taking his time and being very gentle with me. Why couldn't   
   my real Daddy be nice like this man? I liked this man and started   
   wishing he could be my Daddy.   
      
   "Mister, are you married?" I asked innocently.   
      
   "No Sweetie, I'm not married. I was, but my wife found another man and   
   left me and I haven't found the right lady yet." he answered.   
      
   "Mister, do you like children?"   
      
   "Yes sweetie, I love children. Why do you ask?" he said.   
      
   "My Mommy's divorced. Would you like to meet her? She has just me and my   
   little brother to take care of."   
      
   "Yes, maybe some time. You're looking for a Daddy, huh?"   
      
   "Yes, you're a nice man and you would make a good Daddy." I didn't know   
   then that he had a thing for young girls, really young preteen girls.   
      
   "Oh really?" he said, "So you think I would make a nice Daddy for you   
   and your little brother?"   
      
   "Yes, my real Daddy was always yelling at me and my brother and you are   
   so kind and gentle with me."   
      
   "Really, I'm sorry about your real Daddy. Does he come to visit you and   
   your brother?"   
      
   "No, I haven't seen him since he moved out. He never comes to visit."   
      
   "I'm sorry, it sounds to me like he's not a good Daddy at all."   
      
   "Please Mister, I need a Daddy. Would you be our Daddy, please would you?"   
      
   "Sweetheart, there is more than just getting married to your Mommy and   
   moving in with you. I would have to see if your Mommy liked me, and how   
   you kids get along with me."   
      
   "We'll be good kids, and you'll like my Mommy, I promise."   
      
   All of the other kids got bored at watching him take his time as he   
   cleaned and bandaged my owies and they soon went back to playing. I   
   loved having this man fuss over me like he was doing and I didn't want   
   it to stop. I noticed every time the man looked under my short skirt at   
   my panties it slowed him down, and I figured if I could get him to look   
   longer, it would take longer for him to get finished.   
      
   "Mister, I see you are looking under my skirt. Do you like my panties?"   
      
   "Yes sweetie, I like your pretty little panties with little pink flowers   
   on them. I think they're very pretty ones." he said.   
      
   That made my day. No one, not my Daddy, not Mommy, not Grandma, not   
   anybody ever said I had pretty panties on before. I spread my legs wider   
   apart so he could see them better. I didn't know he was checking out my   
   fat little pussy too, and that is why he was looking under my dress.   
      
   "There, can you see them better now?" I asked. It didn't bother me to   
   show him my panties. After all, I dressed in front of my brother all the   
   time and my boyfriend had seen me in them too.   
      
   "Yes. Thank you sweetie, they look so very pretty on you. Your panties   
   look like they are very soft and comfortable and you look so sexy in them."   
      
   "Sexy." Yes, I loved this man. My real Daddy never told me I looked   
   sexy, he never even told me I looked pretty. This man was saying what I   
   needed to hear. I loved hearing this man say I looked pretty and sexy. I   
   pulled my miniskirt up a little bit so I could spread my legs a little   
   wider apart. I looked down to see how much of my pretty bikini panties   
   he could see. He could see my panties real good now, and the way the   
   material stretched over my pussy and down in my little crack he could   
   see that real good too.   
      
   "Yes, my panties are very soft." I told him, "Would you like to touch   
   them to see how soft they are?"   
      
   "Yes. You don't mind if I touch them with you in them?" he asked.   
      
   "No, I don't mind. You can touch them all you want to if you like."   
      
   He reached up and gently felt down my panties. As his fingers gently   
   slid over my pussy it gave me a wonderful feeling I had never felt before.   
      
   "Yes, they are soft, so very soft." he said.   
      
   "Mister, you can do that more if you want."   
      
   "You like having me touch your panties, don't you?"   
      
   "Yes, it feels good."   
      
   "You don't mind if I touch you more there?" he said, pointing at my pussy.   
      
   "No, it felt good. Please do it more."   
      
   I was facing away from the playground so I knew none of the kids could   
   see where he was touching me. I knew I wasn't supposed to let him touch   
   me there, but it felt good, real good. He let his fingers slide over my   
   panty-covered pussy several more times, then he stopped.   
      
   "No, please don't stop, keep doing it." I pleaded. "Did you want to   
   touch me there without my panties in the way?" I liked when my boyfriend   
   touched me there. He would pull my pussy open so he could see down into   
   it, but he didn't know anything about rubbing it so it felt good like   
   this man was doing.   
      
      
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