The boss was at home enjoying the rain.We were just relaxing and listening to the radio. We had a couple of chaise lounges set up facing each other. A... one point Sam put her leg and foot across my crotch. We were both just wearing swim suits and almost instantly my cock reacted to her innocent touch. She giggled and mentioned my "situation" trying to embarrass me. I had a fair amount of experience with girls my own age and her k**ding wasn't going to get the best of me. I grabbed her leg and. " I paused and then answered her unasked question. "Sometimes I may continue to photograph them throughout the evening and into the night." You mean shoot them making love?" her eyebrows arched upward."Let's just say I have done that on occasion,” I replied"Tell me about it!" her intensity surprised me"What do you want to know?" I asked, knowing the answer."Everything. She said. You know me, I want all the details." How about if I tell you everything about one?" I asked. "We would be here until. When she opened the door up again she was wearing a tight T-shirt without a bra, she had on the smallest skirt that I had ever seen her in, and then she asked me if we could paint her room. Sure we could, so we went out to buy paint. She loved walking around in her new clothes and she loved the way that the older men just stared at her boobs. Occasionally she would let them see her panties too. She was quite forward for a six-year-old.When we painted her room she said that she didn’t want to. Our bedroom back home is kind of dark. A tree prevents us from EVER having real sunlight come through the windows, not like that’s a bad thing, but I’m looking at a king-sized bed, white, brightly lit, and I am Missus Bill Simon, here with my husband, and I intend to present myself to him ON that bed, without reservation, gladly, ecstatically.“You’re thinking, sweetie,” he said.“I am.” I stepped up to him and kissed him in a fashion that should leave little doubt as to what (or who) was to come.