I was thinking there was. You’ll need to know I like it, so it should be on the shopping list, usually.”“Thank you, babe. That makes it easier. ...harlie, I want you happy. I swear to you that is my only goal here.” She leaned over me, kissed me and walked out to the kitchen. She was wearing a satin chemise and high heels. Four-inch mules with puffs on them. I was in awe. I sipped my coffee. Perfect. Just how I like it, and I hadn’t told her how much to use.She came back in a few minutes to get. I put Beth's camera on the tripod and shot a few samples—not quite what I was looking for so we fiddled some more until we got what I thought were acceptable images. Then it was back to Beth's house to run them through Photoshop.Two hours later I had the final pictures up on Beth's twenty-four-inch monitor."Tommy, those are amazing! Dad's going to go nuts when he sees what you've done!" She threw her arms around my neck and all thoughts of photography were wiped from my mind."Beth," I asked. Her shiny blue eyes. Her plump pink lips and rosy cheeks. She was the picture of perfection. And she was mine. I knew that it was wrong but I didn't care. This perfect little sex kitten was going to be all mine forever.I knew that six was way too young to start having sex with her. I would probably break all of the bones in her little body. But I knew that I could start training her to be the best sex goddess in the world. I would have to be very careful and discreet about it so that. It was lucky Jigna was failed in her 2nd year at the college. She had turned 19 and had nothing to do at that times so she agreed to babysitting my son. I was 27 at that time.It was late when I opened the door to my home. I phoned Jigna to tell her I would be late. She had been great, said she’d stay the night if I needed as she also stays in next building in our society.I heard the TV in the bed room, pulled my shirt off and made my way towards the sound.Jigna lay on the couch, asleep, her.