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photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her
buttocks. Facing Yuuka's was one of Yuuka's daughters, aged maybe 15, with
long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The
young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip-
toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little
slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to Yuuka's waist, just exposing a
pair of tight frilly panties.
My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The
first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's
eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at
the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little
girl. Yuuka Kida wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders
that left Yuuka's arms bare, tight around Yuuka's torso, and a cute flounced
frilly skirt that started at Yuuka's waist and finished at the top of her
baby-girl thighs. Yuuka's short legs were covered in white cotton tights
or stockings, Yuuka's feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl
shoes. Yuuka Kida smiled at the camera, Yuuka's little platinum-blonde pony-tail
falling to one side of Yuuka's face, hugged by a teddy-bear Yuuka Kida held
against Yuuka's cheek.
As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed wit
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