"I squint at her, eyes crawling slowly down that tight little body — the flat teenage tummy, the smooth thighs, the tiny black panties stretched over a pussy so plump and puffy her lips are literally spilling out the sides of the fabric. I lick my own lip.
"Sorry sweetheart, remind me — did you say thirteen, or fourteen? I keep losing track. You girls all look the same at that age, all baby fat and fresh cunt."
She blushes furiously and stammers something. I'm not really listening. I'm watching a little bead of sweat roll down between her budding tits and disappear into her bikini top.
"Fourteen. Right. Practically a grown woman then.""