Janet, my next-door neighbor, lost her job in May when the company she worked for downsized. We have been friends for years, and often have dinner together on my deck, and tonight was no exception. I've been retired for several years and never had kids, so they have become my surrogate family. I enjoy grilling out twice as much with a little company, and Janet makes great salads. That's probably why she's still slim. Gwendolyn, her nine year old, cute daughter, still sits on my lap when we watch TV together. Gwendolyn calls me "Uncle Joe."

They were on my deck for our almost-daily summer cookout, when Janet's nine year old daughter and only child, Gwendolyn, announced, "I'm almost ten, Uncle Joe. Just five more months, so I'm older than nine and a half. We learned fractions in school last year." She smiled, and ran to the side of my house to turn on the hose so she could water my garden and the potted plants around my backyard and deck, practicing one of her cheerleading jumps on the way. She loved practicing her cheerleading jumps, wearing her bikini in my backyard. She hopes to be a cheerleader when she gets to sixth grade in two years. I often fanaticize about her tan lines as she jumps and stretches in my backyard. One time she was showing me that she could almost do the splits, and I said, "A good cheerleader has to be able to spread her legs." She didn't catch my humor, but said, "I know, Uncle Joe, so I practice stretching and spreading my legs every day." I felt my trousers jump when she sa id that. I was ninety percent sure she didn't know what she was saying. Her innocence turned me on as much as her developing looks.

Gwendolyn was cute, if not pretty, and very lively, as most skinny redheads are. Her short red hair bounced as she hopped, skipped, or ran from thing to thing. She never walked slowly. She liked watering my plants in the summer, and I appreciated her trim figure in her bikini. Our backyards joined together. Trees surrounded our little corner of the block for complete privacy. I was happy to pay her twenty dollars per week to water my small vegetable garden and the many pots of flowers around my backyard. Sometimes she helpes me pull weeks.

Her Mom and I are good friends, even though I'm twenty five years older than her. We often share a glass of wine on my patio on warm evenings while Gwendolyn plays with the hose, watering both the plants and herself. But tonight, while we were laughing at Gwendolyn's clowning with the hose - wearing the bottoms of her bikini, and a short, spaghetti strap, tight, bare-belly, white T-shirt, she got herself soaked. The water revealed two, high-riding, egg-sized, breasts with pink nipples that were erect from the cold water - plain for us to see through her wet T-shirt, as we sipped our drinks just ten feet away.

I said, "Your little girl is growing up."

"Yes. She loves playing in your yard; acting silly. I think she is flirting with you. She always puts on her bikini before coming over to your house. Last week, I got home after putting in another job application, and she was in my bedroom strutting around in my highest pair of high heels - on her tip toes - wearing the top of my sheerest nightie. Her pink panties with the yellow teddy bears that showed plainly through the material were laughably cute! She's at that very curious age. She's been wanting me to get her a training bra, and some 'fancy panties,' like some of her girlfriends have. She sees them at the pool, in the locker room."

We both laughed. I said, "Wish I could have seen that!"

"You're a dirty, old man, Joe!" She laughed. "But really, I don't mind her showing off to you. I trust you, and it's a stage most girls go through anyway. I'd rather have her learning to show off to you than to some... I don't know. Less than a year ago you even helped me give her a bath a few times. I think she misses your attention. She doesn't know why I stopped inviting you to help with that, even though you still help me in the kitchen and fixing my lawnmower. I used to clown around, kind of flirting, the same way when I was her age - learning about being a woman. How to tease a man while pretending I didn't know what I was doing. Just learning my feminine powers. Very natural." She took a sip of wine. Usually she stopped at two glasses, but this was her third glass already. "I remember 'accidentally' letting men see my panties... of course, pretending I didn't know they could see them." She laughed. It was good to hear her laugh.

We kept talking. She asked me if I had noticed that she hadn't invited me in to the bathroom to help bathe Gwendolyn anymore.

"Well, I did wonder about it. I thought maybe that since she was beginning to develop her cute, little girl charms, that... well, that you didn't trust me anymore."

"No, it wasn't that. I don't think so. She considers you as family, and she loved how you would take your time washing her back. And she still loves it that you rub her back while we watch TV sometimes."

She said she would soon be under pressure for money; her unemployment would run out in ten months. She told me it was only nine hundred and eighty dollars per month, but it made a big difference. During our third glass of wine, while hamburgers were sizzling on my grill, I said, "I have a friend who does photography work for several different out-of-the-country websites. This is between us, of course."

"Of course." She said. "I'm not easily shocked. Nothing wrong with it in my point of view. I'm assuming they are X-rated. It's healthy for people to get off, and if some people like to watch things to help them get off, well, that's fine."

"Some of them are X rated, yes. But he also does fashion photography, and specialty things for catalogs, and even some "tease" photos and videos for a site in Japan. He has a studio in the city and one at his house. He only uses the studio in his house if he knows the people or wants to shoot on a low budget. Sometimes he travels to other cities, and even other countries. He told me that actually the X-rated stuff with girls eighteen or over doesn't pay nearly what it used to. Not nearly as good as the 'not-even R-rated' mild pictures of the young ones; girls eight to twelve."

Janet called out, "Gwendolyn, it's almost time to eat. Run home and dry off. Get on your jammies and wear your crocks or something on your feet, and come back in a minute. And wash your hands!"

"OK, Mommy." She turned off the hose, letting it lie in the yard, and ran across both yards to their back door. The screen door slamed behind her.

We both laughed. Then she said, "Tell me more about your friend. I'm probably too old for those kinds of pictures anyway." She was an attractive woman, only twenty seven.

I said, "For the X-rated... well... for those pictures, he has lots of eighteen to twenty year old girls lined up. It's pretty competitive, and those girls have to do all kinds of things. If they want the five hundred dollars, that is. Swallowing at the least, and anal sex at the most - or maybe one guy in the anus and one guy in the vagina at the same time, like a fuck sandwich. He says lots of girls are willing to try that; and some do it just for the kicks. He only shoots those kinds of videos at his studio in the city. And you're plenty cute enough, Janet, if you're curious. I think lots of young women have a secret desire to be in a porn movie. Some wear a wig and glasses and fake tattoos as a disguise. Then for years to come, they wonder if some guy is jerking off looking at their old video clips."

"Oh, well, it was just a fleeting thought. I've never done anything like that. I used to fantasize about being a stripper or a call girl - mainly just for the fun without all the mess of a relationship. And thanks for telling me I'm still pretty. I have been curious about that, but probably wouldn't have the nerve for that kind of thing, although I don't mind swallowing. It's been a while since I've swallowed anything!" She laughed. "I just don't like the whole relationship thing. With a stranger it could be fun. Just plain fun. The anal sex idea would scare me, too. I've only done it a few times and was drunk each time. Most of the guys I've seen in port movies are too well hung. Would hurt! Ouch!" Another sip. "And tell me again what kinds of photos he does in his basement?"

"This is what surprised me, Janet. In his basement, well, his photo area is set up like Eastern Europe. Hard to explain, but anyone seeing those pictures would swear the pictures were taken somewhere in Russia or Poland or somewhere over there. Different electrical outlets and decorating styles. Those sets are for his 'tease' photos and video clips. Never any nudity, but sometimes topless. Just 'cute,' is how he said it. For little girls ages eight to thirteen - usually slim and cute with tiny breasts. The mothers bring the girls there themselves, after making most of the arrangements online or by phone - always pretending it's just 'glamour shots.' The mothers do the girl's hair and make-up, and then wait on the other side of a curtain, but they are still in the same room. The pay is much better to dance around and undress down to panties and bra than those X-rated videos and photos of older girls. Maybe a thousand dollars or more for one afternoon. He says most of the mothers bring their daughters back every six weeks or so. The moms do the girls hair and make-up, and he says the moms always tell their daughter to do everything the photographer tells them to do. They know that if the little girl balks too much, that she won't be invited back. But no nudity anyway; just some up-skirt, and panty shots and then maybe more exotic costumes or stripping down to panties while dancing and acting silly. First he needs to see pictures of a potential model before he gives them his name or address. Just to be safe, he still needs to have the mothers and daughters sign a confidentiality agreement - which they would both want to do anyway, especially the mothers. At the most, it's 'R' rated stuff - panties and bras or bikinis, but usually its school clothes or specialty outfits. Every girl has to do an 'English school girl' set. I could show you samples sometime. Last time I saw him, he said he only had three girls in that program right now, and he's looking for others, but has to be extra discrete even though it's completely legal."

Gwendolyn came bounding back across both yards; happy as a puppy. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, which she liked to wear as a nightgown. She loved using them for her nightgowns, and I had given her several over the last five years. She had purple flip-flops on her feet. We stopped talking about my photographer friend, when Gwendolyn got to the table and started fixing her plate. Gwendolyn was a fussy eater, but loved picnic food.

During dinner we talked about different things to involve Gwendolyn. Then, to my surprise, Janet asked Gwendolyn if she would let me take some pictures of her. Of course Gwendolyn was curious and eager to get started, even before she finished her hamburger!

So, twenty minutes later, after we carried our dishes into my kitchen, I was taking pictures of both Janet and Gwendolyn together, and then some of only Janet and some with only Gwendolyn. She laid on the couch, on the floor, and even did a headstand for me, tucking the big gray and red T-shirt into her pink panties. While she was holding her position, the T-shirt slipped out and fell down to her shoulders, but she held her pose like Janet told her. The garment fell from her almost in slow-motion, revealing her tummy, then her rib cage. She started to fall out of her pose, but Janet told her to show me how long she could stay upside down. "He's seen your panties lots of times, Gwendolyn. In fact, he has even helped me give you baths before. Remember?"

Gwendolyn giggled. "That was like a whole year ago. Like when I was a little kid." She flipped back onto the floor.

Janet said, "You're still a little kid, Gwendolyn." She laughed. "And since you're still a little kid, then maybe he would give you another bath sometime."

"OK." She said. She got back into a handstand, without tucking in her shirt. She was trying to hold her pose, but started giggling, and that was the end of the upside down pictures. But I did manage to get another ten shots of her tiny, pale breasts. I was right when I had guessed them as 'hard-boiled egg' size. That was exactly the size and almost the correct shape, except she was stretched out in her headstand pose, so they were flattened out. The stark triangular pale skin showed the outline of her little bikini perfectly.

I gasped as her little breasts were revealed. They were tiny and pale, and tipped with the smallest of nipples. I continued to snap photos of her. Some included just her face, some showed her face and breasts. And, some were close-ups of just her breasts. One was a close-up of a nine year old, pale, pink nipple with dime size areola.

She started to fall out of her pose, but Janet told her to show me how long she could stay upside down. "He's seen your panties lots of times, Gwendolyn. In fact, he often helped me give you baths before so he's seen you naked. Remember?"

"I remember." She giggled again.

We stayed in the house after that brief 'modeling session,' because the mosquitoes were getting bad outside. I opened another bottle of wine, and fixed some pop for Gwendolyn. We decided to have ice cream later, too, but started watching a kid's movie on the big TV in my living room. She didn't ask about the pictures, but laid across my lap to watch TV, while I rubbed her back and talked about other things with Janet. I also let my hand pat her bottom and tickle down the backs of her legs to her knees and back. Neither Janet nor Gwendolyn said anything about the extra areas I was massaging.

Ten minutes later, while squirming around to reposition herself, she ended up in the same position, but her knees were wider apart on the couch. However, I didn't dare reach between them. I looked at Janet and she had noticed it, too, and smiled back at me.

We continued talking while Gwendolyn was apparently paying attention to the talking cars in the video. Janet said, softly, "I'm thinking of getting her a bra, and maybe some sexier panties, since she is growing up."

Gwendolyn suddenly sat up. "Good!"

Then Janet said, "But if you're grown up, then we can't let Joe give you a bath."

"Oh." The dilemma showed clearly on Gwendolyn's face. It was so cute. Then she said, "Maybe right before school starts. It's not even Fourth of July yet. OK? Maybe just give me baths until the end of August. But I think it would be OK to get those things now, like so I could try them on."

"I don't know." Janet said. "If you're a big girl now, I can't let Joe give you a bath. So you decide when you want to get your first training bra."

"I can wait. But definitely get one before school starts. OK?"

"Well, OK." Janet said. "I'll have Joe give you a bath tomorrow night."

"Only if Gwendolyn thinks it's OK." I said. "Because I would have to wash her all over to make sure she's really, really clean."

"That's OK." She said. Then she giggled again, and laid back down across my lap, opening her knees still wider.

Again both Janet and I noticed the wider position of her knees. Janet smiled at me, and gave me a quick wink while Gwendolyn was looking at the TV. "Don't forget, Joe. Tomorrow night. Around eight o'clock. Give her a bath at our house. Maybe take some more pictures, too. I'm going to slip out to the kitchen now and wash your dishes, since you were nice enough to cook for us again."

I kept rubbing her back - frustrating her by keeping my hand on the middle of her back and then down the backs of her legs. She opened her legs wider, as she wiggled around again, as if to get more comfortable. Then I let my hand go up the inside of her left thigh, and down the right thigh - skipping over her pink, cotton panties. "Umm." She said, so softly I could hardly hear it above the cartoon cars on the TV.

We heard dishes stacking in the kitchen. Then I slid my hand up the inside of her left thigh, and across her panties - not pressing any harder that I had on her thigh. Another small moan. On my right hand's next trip down to her left knee, I started moving my fingers - like making a slow 'horse-galloping' tapping with my four finger tips. I tickled up her thigh. She ever so slightly lifted her bottom as I reached her panties. I took a chance and pressed my hand against the center of her panties and pretended I was washing her. I whispered in her ear, "Gwendolyn, Honey, if I give you a bath, you know I'll have to wash you here, too, don't you?" My hand was feeling her pussy and pubic mound, even pressing and stroking across her clitty which I could feel easily through the pink, cotton material. "So, if it's OK for me to wash you here then slide your knees a little farther apart."

She did.

We heard Janet walking back into the living room. Gwendolyn closed her legs, and I put my hand back up on her back under the T-shirt which had ridden half way up her back, exposing her pink, cotton panties.

A couple hours later, as Janet left with a sleepy Gwendolyn, she said, "Show those pictures to your friend. And you're sure the pictures would only be "R" and never shown in this country?"

"Yes, I'm sure. 'R' at the most, and not in the USA. Too prudish here."

Gwendolyn was almost sleep walking. Janet said, "Are you sure you want Joe to give you a bath tomorrow night, Honey?"

"Yes."

It was late, but that night I called my friend and left a message.

The next night, around seven thirty, I walked over to Janet's house. She smiled and held Gwendolyn in front of her. Gwendolyn was blushing, but smiling brightly. She didn't look at me.

A Bath For Gwendolyn

Janet said, "Welcome to our house for a change, Joe. Guess what. Gwendolyn and I reached a compromise today. We went shopping for a few fancy panties, which she can model for you after her bath when she's all clean, but we're going to wait until right before school starts to get her a training bra. Anyway, before she tries on her new, fancy panties for you, make sure she is really clean there. I'll stop in to check on you, but now it's my turn to fix dinner. Gwendolyn, why don't you run upstairs and start the bath? Don't get undressed yet, since you're still a little girl you should let Joe undress you."

Gwendolyn ran up the stairs, giggling all the way. I asked Janet if she was sure about this.

"Yes, I've thought about it. I trust you. No finger in her. OK?"

"No. I promise. I won't put a finger or anything in her."

Then she explained. "I remember when I was her age. Neighbor man. We played games. But he started fingering me. It was fun and it felt good, but I got scared after about the third or fourth time he fingered me. It hurt a little bit the first time, but then it felt good. Too good. I was worried he would do more, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to say no, and I didn't want to get pregnant, and I didn't want to get him in trouble, so I didn't say anything. I had just turned ten and was scared about the whole idea of it. Hadn't even had a period yet, although I did have a little pubic hair. As much as I liked him, I stopped seeing him, and was worried that my Mother would figure things out. Then I would see him once in a while and I would let him touch me, but I kept my panties on. He agreed to my terms, since he wanted to see me." She laughed, "And I kept my panties on each time, although he usually slid his hand up the leg hole or down the waistband so he could still rub me and finger me. I didn't object, and I felt safe since he knew the rules. And it felt so good! So, since most little girls have experiences like that, I would rather that she not keep secrets from me, and well, I trust you."

"Yes, I suppose a lot of little girls do things like that." I didn't know what to say. But then I added, "And thanks for your trust. I would never hurt her."

"I know that. It's why I invited you over to give her a bath."

"What about dinner? I thought we were having dinner here?" We both started laughing. "How about macaroni and cheese and hamburgers? Applesauce, green beans, and ice cream for her dessert. Aperitifs for you and me."

She sent me back to my house to get my camera, saying, "For the fashion show later. Did you talk with your friend?"

"I left him a message. He called me back this morning. I told him more about Gwendolyn and about you. He says that if I really think she's cute, we could take her to his house this coming weekend. I didn't send the pictures. I printed some of them out on my computer at home and will take them with me on Saturday. He would never commit to anything without meeting both the girl and her mother."

"I'm glad he's careful. Saturday would work for us, and then maybe a picnic at your house, or go out for dinner. I'll stay there the whole time. Maybe some other time I would leave for a while, but certainly not on the first visit."

"I told him about you, too. About maybe doing a blow job video. He said 'MILF' doesn't sell nearly as much as his little girl stuff, but if you're cute he could line up an audition. I told him you are very cute, and I would pass it on, so you could think about it. He said it both things worked out it would be about five hundred for you and maybe twelve hundred for your little girl."

"OH." She was surprised. "Hmmm. I don't know. I might get a kick out of trying it, but I don't know about Gwendolyn. She would always have at least panties on?"

"He wants to meet you both before talking about specific things. Then we could decide. We can meet with him next weekend and you could talk with him in private. Maybe he would show us, meaning Gwendolyn, some of the other little girl 'tease videos.' Then I'll take Gwendolyn outside and you can talk with him. He'll need to check you over, too, so maybe shave before we go. He said maybe he would arrange an audition, like with three different guys - different outfits and settings. One guy each time. Would only take about 90 minutes altogether to shoot your video - on a different day than Gwendolyn's. I think it's best if she doesn't even know about yours, if you decide to try it." Then I slipped out the back door to run over to retrieve my camera. When she had first mentioned 'panty pictures,' I wasn't sure if she meant it.

Five minutes later I was back in her house with my camera. She said to take my camera upstairs with me, so I could get pictures of her after the bath. I took my camera up to Gwendolyn's room and walked in, leaving the door open. I instinctively knew and accepted Janet's 'open-door' policy. I sat on the bed and she stood in front of me, looking down at the floor. I said, "Gwendolyn, if you're embarrassed about this, I don't have to do it. You know I don't ever want anything to come between us. You're a very pretty little girl, and I already love you. I have for years. I won't ever hurt you. Are you sure you want me to undress you and give you a bath?"

"Yes." Then she looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck. "I love you, too, Joe. It's OK. Mommy said it's OK. Mommy knows you're going to pull my panties down. I'm thinking that maybe if you tell her I need a training bra, then maybe she'll get me one, and you can still keep giving me baths. It's just for like when I go do something with my girlfriends. Most of them already have training bras, even the girls who are flatter than me."

I pried her off my neck with a laugh. "Our little conspiracy, right?"

"Yes. I already took off my shoes and socks. It doesn't even take me a whole minute to undress for a bath if I do it by myself, but Mommy wanted me to let you undress me."

As I unsnapped her jeans shorts, I said, "You know, I love watching you water my plants in your little bikini."

"I know." She said. "I can tell you're looking at me." Then, in her exuberant style, she said, "Mom's fixing macaroni and cheese tonight, my favorite! But she's also fixing hamburgers and green beans. The green beans are from your garden. I don't especially like green beans." She stepped out of her shorts. Today's panties were bright yellow with a "honey pot" from Winnie the Pooh, on the front right over her pubic mound. I wondered if Janet had laid out these particular panties on purpose - just to tease me.

A minute later I pulled off Gwendolyn's panties. She stood facing me, smiling, but looking at the floor. Her mother walked in the room. "Well, I see you managed to get her undressed." She looked at her naked nine year old daughter (almost ten!) standing in front of me. Janet said, "Turn around for him." Gwendolyn turned around twice, her cantilevered titties, were like two hard boiled eggs sticking straight out from her body. The tiny, pale, pink nipples were erect. Janet said, "See how firm they are. She doesn't need a bra yet. No sag at all."

I don't know what got into me, but I reached out my right hand and squeezed one and then the other. "Very firm." I said. "But still, I think big enough to warrant a training bra. You can sure see her tan lines. She must spend lots of time in the sun watering my garden!"

"And at the pool!" Gwendolyn exclaimed. "Some of my friends who already have bras are lots flatter than me."

I pulled her right breast down and let go. It sprang back into shape instantly. I played with them for a minute while Janet watched. I pulled them to the side and let go, and then pulled them both down and let go. Each time they instantly sprang back into shape. "These are so firm." Then I turned her around, facing away from me and pulled her back up against me as I sat on the edge of her bed. I reached under her arms and put one hand on each breast and kept playing with them - seeing how springy they were. I pulled one up and pushed the other down, and vice-versa. I massaged them. "These are very firm! Beautiful, with almost no jiggle." I said.

Janet laughed. "I see that. So she doesn't need a bra, does she?"

"Face me and hop up and down. Then we'll know if they jiggle."

She did get them to jiggle as she hopped and jumped. Soon all three of us were laughing. Gwendolyn slapped them and lifted them with her hands to let them drop. She started doing the twist to make them jiggle slightly from side to side.

Then I said, "I know how to tell if you're old enough for a bra, Gwennie. Put your foot up on the bed beside me."

She did, and I looked closely at her pussy. I inspected her lower leg. And then I shared my professional analysis. I pinched a few fuzzy strands of her sparse, blond pubic hair between my thumb and forefinger and tugged on them. "Beginning to get pubic hair." I said, "And I should probably shave her legs below her knees tonight."

"Can I please, Mommy. Let him shave my legs. Some of my friends at the pool already do that."

Then I said, "Tell you what. If I shave her legs then I'll buy her some training bras and other 'fancy panties.' And I would still keep giving her baths, at least one each week, for as long as she wants."

We all laughed, and I patted her on the bottom to send her in to the bathroom. Janet and I followed her in a moment later. Gwendolyn was sitting in a tub full of perfumed bubbles up to her chest.

We walked into the bathroom. Janet said, "Get her really clean, Joe. You don't need to wash her hair, but wash everything else - from behind her ears all the way to her toes. Every square inch!" She laughed again, and went back downstairs. "I'll see you two in about fifteen minutes. Don't shave her legs yet. I'll get a new razor at the store tomorrow. You can bathe her again tomorrow night if you want."

I put soap on the washcloth and washed her neck and behind her ears first. She sat on her feet - lifting her breasts out of the water. As the soap bubbles slowly dripped away I started at her tiny breasts. "You're beautiful, Gwendolyn. You perky, little titties are the prettiest titties I've ever seen!"

Then I washed them - first with the washcloth in my hand and then with my bare hands... going over and over them - squeezing, massaging, almost tickling, and then light pinches on her nipples. "That kind of tickles, Joe. It kind of tickled in my bedroom, but it was embarrassing with Mommy watching you."

"You mean 'tickles' like you're going to start giggling again, or 'tickle' like it's giving you tingles in your girl parts?"

"Like tingles. Oh. Like it makes me feel funny."

As I kept fondling her slippery, firm breasts, I said, "Well, I think your Mommy is going to let me buy some fancy lingerie, besides the training bras."

"Thanks, Joe. That was a good idea to make them jiggle."

She twisted her hips when an evidently bigger tingle surged through her thighs and tummy as I kept washing and massaging her breasts. I had her lean back with her elbows behind her on the bottom of the bathtub, and put one foot at a time up on the edge of the tub so I could wash off the brown ring around her ankle. I ran a hand along her entire leg but stopped short of her submerged pussy.

Next the other foot. I looked closely at her left leg, too, and said, "Yep, looks like I should shave these."

"Are you really going to take pictures of me tonight when I'm like well, only wearing my new panties?"

"Only if it's OK with you, and with your Mommy, of course."

"She already told me that you probably would. I will be blushing. I mean it's OK for you to see me. You're kind of like family. But I don't know about letting that other man see them. Will you stay there with me, like especially if I'm only wearing panties and he can see my... my... titties?"

I was surprised, and felt the bulge in my pants swell, as I knelt on the folded towel next to the bathtub. The perfumed bubbles, the nude nine year old, the firmness of her skin as my hands slid all over her - intoxicating. I said, "We probably won't take pictures like that, at least not on your first session. Only if you and your Mommy want you to try it. Then I guess we could. And you can't tell any of your friends, or anyone else, about your modeling."

"I know. Mommy already told me that."

"OK. Time for the good parts. Find the washcloth for me."

She did, and I scrubbed her anus, and then around her pussy area. After dropping the washcloth back in the water I had her kneel up and slide her knees as far apart as she could in the tub. "Hold your pussy lips apart with both hands, Gwennie, and I'll wash you real good." As I rubbed up and back, and around and around her swollen clitty, I asked, "what do you call this part?" I gently squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

"That's my 'little tingle.'" She said.

"Does it tingle when you rub it?"

"Yes."

"And does it tingle when I rub it?"

"Yes, gee. Even more."

"It's the most sensitive part on a woman's body. It feels so good to a grown woman when this is rubbed." I said.

"I know." She said. I knew then that she had already started masturbating.

I helped her out of the tub after she pulled the drain plug. I dried her off. "Would you like me to sprinkle baby powder on you?"

"Gee. OK."

After sprinkling her all over, and rubbing it in, I led the naked girl back to her bedroom. She pulled open her drawer to show me her new panties. Two pair still had the tags on them, including a semi-sheer, pink thong. I had her put the "honey pot" panties back on and took a few pictures while we were getting the tags off the other new panties. Janet walked in, smiling. She said, "Be sure to get in different positions for him, Gwendolyn. Put a shirt on for some of the pictures."

It was a good thing I was sitting on the bed when Janet walked in. She looked at me. "How's your blood pressure, Joe?"

"It's rising!" I joked. "And I also think I'm getting a stiff neck or something." I took several pictures of Gwendolyn in the "honey pot" panties in several different poses. Janet said, "I thought you might get a kick out of those."

"You like Winnie-the-Pooh, too, Joe?"

Janet and I laughed. "I love Winnie-the-Pooh," I said.

Then I had her put on a shirt and took a few more pictures. A new pair of panties with that same shirt, and then I had her take off the shirt for more poses.

Janet headed back downstairs. "Dinner is almost ready. Don't take too long. I'm on my second glass, Joe. You'll have to catch up."

After a hundred or so pictures, we headed downstairs, too. She was wearing one of my big T-shirts again, and a pair of her new, silky, lacy panties.

Dinner was great. Even the macaroni and cheese from a box tasted delicious. I felt so alive! We watched TV after dinner on their couch, and I rubbed Gwendolyn's back as usual. As usual - except that my hand was on her panties most of the time. Whenever Janet looked at me, she smiled.

After Gwendolyn went up to bed, Janet said, "I'm anxious to meet your friend next weekend, Joe. You might be driving two models to his place. Who knows? But don't tell Gwendolyn what I'm doing."

I called my friend and left a message. "John, this is Joe again. Gwendolyn, the new girl... her mother is in on it. At least she's fine with topless shots for her nine year old. And she wants to make a video herself... like with three different guys, one at a time. I have pictures to show you some morning this week. Instead of going to work out on Tuesday morning, I'll swing by your place. I think the Mom is a candidate for MILF video sessions herself. Late twenties, and has been divorced for years. Call me."

End of Part One