I loved the nude body of small girls. I couldn't help it. It was almost a disease. Society has made it clear that pedophilia is a horrible way of life...and these people who love the lifestyle should be psychoanalyzed, and put away in a loony bin. I can't help the way I am.I almost began to cry as I turned the shower on. I stepped in and felt the warm water hit my smooth body. I had just waxed earlier this morning and the soap slipped and slid all over. I once again pictured the young pre-teen.. I ran my hands down her neck, and cupped her breasts, squeezing slightly. I broke away, and took a step back to pull my boxers down, watching her again. As my erect cock sprung out she stared, she wanted it in her this time. She worked the lips of her wet pussy open, it looked soft and amazing, I wanted her, but not till I got which I desired most and she knew. She raised a foot, placed it on my chest, while the other played around my balls. She moved down lower, and pushed my cock against my. Some of the water from that hair was still forming little river-lets that trickled in a zig-zag pattern down over Susan’s breasts then down onto the floor. Those breasts were beautiful and round with puffy areolae crowned with soft pink nipples that were very hard and erect. The skin of those soft creamy breasts flowed effortlessly out and around her shoulders, arms, stomach and legs. Those shapely legs in turn just poured out from beneath the very feminine curves of Susan’s waist, hips and. Some from the conflict, but most trying to retake the computers of their former ships.Before we were finished the long process, it was time to awake Nova and Susan from the tank.Lots of Susan's hair was burnt, and I used the tractors to cut it to look... all I could say, is less bad. Nova sported a lot of pink skin, the same as Susan. Other than cosmetic and possible mental problems, there was little damage now, to show for our narrow escape."Henry, Henry! Where are you?" Came from Susan, as.