Not what you think of when you let your eight year old daughter bring a friend to he lake house. This girl we did not know, she was a classmate and the only time we met the parents was at the door when she was dropped off. Not an uncommonly pretty girl but a pretty girl nonetheless. And she was a hugger, lap sitter, always has her arms around you, wanting to be picked up, clamps her legs around your wait, and a kisser. Kiss me goodnight, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Sweet little red lips. And she had this habit of opening her legs when you walked up to her and reaching out with her arms for you to pick her up. He panties up her crotch, her pussy lips visible, her legs wide open until you picked her up and she grabbed you around the neck and locked you with her legs around your waist. Our lake house has one bathroom and I am shaving and she walks in and lowers her panties and sits on the pot and when she is done she wipes with a silly smile on her face stands up and pulls her panties up tight in a camel toe.

Around my wife she is a little princess, going with her and my daughter to the market for things to make lunch, sitting with her in the afternoon reading a book, always yes ma'am, no ma'am, please Mrs. Jones, no thank you Mrs. Jones, and she and my daughter get along like sisters. Until I walk in to the room and her legs spread open and she reaches out with her arms to be picked up. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I got an erection when she had her legs around me, her arms around my neck kissing my lips. I didn't dare let her sit on my lap, shit she and my daughter came and got in bed with us in the morning, cute little naked buns under her nightshirt because she left her panties in the bathroom, laying open on the bed with my wife telling her to keep her legs closed and to pull down her nightshirt, as if that mattered. Her naked little twat and her sweet little smile and a great big hug and a great big kiss on the lips.

Two weeks of this, hints didn't work, strong words didn't work, if I or my wife brought it up she pouted her way out of it, she had to be consoled by being held by me, not my wife, she wanted me to hold her. She and my daughter made a point of getting in bed with us every morning and watching television, my daughter in pajamas and her friend in a nigh shirt and her bare bottom and little jewel for me to see. My wife got more sex that week at the lake house than she had gotten before we got married telling me to calm down the girl didn't know what she was doing and it was her mother's place to teach her not ours.