TS Wife

And then something caught my eye, or someone I should say. A beautiful
young girl of perhaps, 13 or so, although it has always been hard for me
to guess the ages of oriental women, especially young ones. She was
small, very slim with long straight black hair, nearly down to her tiny
waist. She had a very pretty face, heart shaped, with a petite button
nose and pretty sensual lips. Not a face I'd expect to find in that
country. Her eyes were two large almonds, gorgeous and alluring. She had
no breasts to speak of, beneath her thin dress, but her legs were nice
and clean, no scars or blemishes that I could see. And her ass was small
and perfect, moving just right, back and forth.

I'd never considered myself a pedophile. Children interested me not at
all and I'd been faintly repulsed by what few images and stories I'd
come across on the internet by accident. So I hope you will understand
that I was a little astonished to find myself thinking this way,
regarding the girl as a sexual object, while I sat there. I also wish I
could explain to you, and to myself, why I decided to try and speak to
her, the way I did. But I don't know why, perhaps there is a fate, or a
destiny that guides us at precise times in our lives, I do not know.

But I did smile and I did say hello to the girl. She had been carrying a
basket with vegetables on her head and she set it down gracefully,
smiling at me and mimicking my words, saying hello with a soft accent. I
offered to by her a soda, a coke or orange drink, which were the most
popular. It wasn't as difficult as you might imagine to communicate, in
fact she seemed to know a little English, perhaps learned from the radio,
or television, although I doubted her family had one.

She sat with me while the old woman protested in her native tongue, but I
simply pulled out more money, not bothering to count it, and paid for the
girl's company. We managed to get through introductions, my name being
James, which she had no trouble saying, and hers being somewhat more