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   Eric finally found Joel's house, at the end of a twisty   
   long road in a very small community near Mount Shasta in   
   Northern California not far from the Oregon border. The   
   mountain supposedly had mystical qualities, and had   
   always attracted its share of searchers and seekers of   
   the mystical, Joel among them. Eric had been one of them   
   for a time, thirty years or more ago, but had joined the   
   rat race while his best buddy from the old hippy days   
   hadn't.   
      
   It was Saturday, mid morning, of a beautiful August day.   
   Eric parked the car behind Joel's old panel truck. The   
   whole family rushed out to meet him, Joel, his young   
   wife, Daisy, just 24, and their three girls, Summer,   
   eight, Spring, nine, and Flower age ten.   
      
   "Found it all right, my old buddy?" Joel asked as he   
   gave his old friend a warm hug which Eric returned.   
      
   "No problem. Drove up from San Francisco and stayed in a   
   motel on the five last night, not too far away, and here   
   I am. Jeez, it's great to see you. You haven't gained a   
   pound. How do you do it?"   
      
   Joel laughed. "Well, having a young, beautiful wife   
   helps, and three lively girls too. They... ah, keep the   
   pounds off, that's for sure," he said gesturing to the   
   girls and his wife, standing almost in a row and looking   
   at Eric very intently and warmly with smiles on their   
   faces.   
      
   Joel was about five ten, and 170 pounds, very strong   
   looking. He had a shock of white hair, and deep blue   
   penetrating eyes.   
      
   "This is my wife, Daisy, the better half for sure, and   
   our three girls. Flower is our oldest, ten, in the blue   
   summer dress, and the middle one's Spring, nine in the   
   tiny black skirt, no top and her old fedora hat. She   
   usually doesn't wear anything, but I told her to meet   
   you she should at least wear shorts or a skirt. Our   
   youngster is Summer. She's eight and has her moms auburn   
   red hair. Say hi to my old friend, Eric, girls."   
      
   "We sure have been looking forward to your visit, Eric.   
   The girls are all excited. It's been awhile since we had   
   a nice visit from a man." Daisy said as she gave Eric a   
   hug in greeting.   
      
   Each of the girls followed suit giving Eric a warm hug.   
   He thought they were all delightful. Daisy, Joel's wife,   
   was about five four and only around 100 pounds. She had   
   on tight short shorts and he could see her cunt slit   
   without much trouble as the shorts sank in it. She had   
   on a white blouse, and no bra. Her breasts were small   
   but very firm and stuck up very sexily, her nipples   
   visible through the thin white material of the blouse.   
   She had long auburn red hair and warm brown eyes. She   
   was very sexy to Eric.   
      
   Eric had a hard time not staring at nine year old   
   Spring. She was a beautiful girl with full luscious   
   lips, in a half smile, a trim, athletic body, shapely   
   legs, around four, maybe 65 pounds. She was only wearing   
   a very short black skirt with an uneven hem, layered   
   over with lace that sat low on her hips. He stomach was   
   flat, and she had just the start of breast development,   
   soft light pinkish nipples sitting on the slightest of   
   bulges.   
      
   He tried not to stare at her luscious exposed nipples,   
   but he couldn't. He was embarrassed that the young   
   prepubescent girl was sexually exciting to him, but   
   really a hell of a lot more than that. He had an almost   
   overpowering urge to suck her nipples, her clit, lick   
   her anus, devour her. It was the strongest sexual urge   
   he had felt in many a year. He knew she wanted it,   
   wanted him. God help him. He knew he was lost, unless he   
   immediately left, but Eric had no intention to do that,   
   no siree!   
      
   Spring must have known it, his sexual preoccupation with   
   her as she grinned wickedly at him, promising the old   
   man, well, to her. The old man, whatever he wanted,   
   whatever, she was all his. Spring looked at Eric's   
   growing bulge in his crotch, and her wicked grin got   
   bigger and bigger. Spring's hair was a deep black, long   
   and naturally somewhat curly. She had an old beat up   
   felt fedora on her head, pulled low over her eyes. She   
   looked up and into Eric's eyes intently with great   
   interest. Oh, Jeez! Eric barely muttered to himself. Oh   
   my God!   
      
   Flower, the ten year old was wearing a short, light,   
   translucent summer dress in a light blue pastel flowered   
   pattern, with spaghetti shoulder straps. It was probably   
   meant to be worn with a slip as he could easily make out   
   her body underneath, her pinkish nipples on a tiny   
   bulge. She didn't seem to be wearing panties.   
      
   Flower was a blonde, with shortish curly hair and brown,   
   soft eyes, and about four six and a little over 70   
   pounds. Her eyes flirted with Eric's. Flower had light   
   pink lipstick on and mascara and some light eyeliner.   
   Little girls with makeup always attracted Eric, though   
   normally he wasn't all that attracted to preteen girls.   
   Geez, gorgeous, he thought.   
      
   The youngest one, Summer, just had a white T shirt on   
   only, as far as he could tell. It just barely covered   
   her butt. She had her mom's coloring, auburn red hair,   
   and brown eyes. She was very attractive too, like her   
   sisters, and their mom. Summer was around four two and   
   55 pounds.   
      
   "Let's go in and I'll show you around." Joel said.   
      
   "Want something to drink?"   
      
   "Ah...Ice tea. It's getting a little hot. I quit   
   drinking a few years ago. It was getting to me."   
      
   Daisy laughed. "I don't drink either, and I talked Joel   
   into it too. Ice tea it is." She said as he walked ahead   
   of Eric, Joel and the girls to go in the kitchen and fix   
   the ice tea.   
      
   "I built the house myself, with Daisy's help, of course,   
   and some friends too for critical times when I couldn't   
   do it alone." Joel said. "You can see it's a dome house,   
   a geodesic dome house. That's a house built from struts   
   which follow geodesic lines and form an open framework   
   of triangles and polygons. What that means is that the   
   house has no internal support, the support is all on the   
   outside. Gives you a lot more space inside, and you use   
   far less material. Good for the environment. See, I   
   followed the contour of the land too, the hillside,   
   mountainside. Looks like it belongs here with all the   
   natural wood, doesn't it?"   
      
   It sure does, Joel. It's beautiful! You did a great   
   job!"   
      
   "Thanks! I've built others too, on spec, and made some   
   good money."   
      
   "Ah, you're in the real estate business?"   
      
   "A little of this, a little of that, always a way to   
   make a buck if you're paying attention."   
      
   "Yeah, you never had trouble doing that, Joel."   
      
   Joel showed him around inside. The first floor was   
   essentially one very large room with some low room   
   dividers split into a dining area, a large kitchen and   
   pantry, a living room, an enclosed bedroom and separate   
   bathroom, and a study with the family room in the   
   center. The ceiling was open to the dome top where there   
   were several large skylights that flooded the house with   
   light, making it all very open.   
      
      
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