I guess I did have one major concern, though, and that was that Sarah might 'spill the beans' through her innocence and I spoke to her about this in the first days of our new relationship. I needn't have bothered. She was offended in her little girl way that I even raised the subject with her, stating quite categorically that she was old enough to know that our private life was just that....private. I guess Janey must have drilled her in that from her birth, knowing the life she led before she met me and before her death. And Sarah showed in many many ways she knew what she was about. When we were near other people or outside our house, she behaved just like a young daughter would with her father. There was never any indication given by her or by me, that our relationship was any more than that.

But when we were alone! Boy!!!! Did the situation become very different!

The day after our first night, when I had first been sexually active with her, I was racked with remorse and worry. I knew I had stepped over a line and I will admit I was scared. On the way to the beach, I spoke at length with my little girl, telling her how I was feeling and my wish not to spoil what we had had before last night because of what had happened. Sarah was surprisingly mature for a six year old and seemed to understand what I was trying to say better than I was saying it. She finished the conversation by leaning over from her seat and putting her hand on the bulge in my bathers and saying, "I really liked what we did, Peter. I liked touching you and you touching my cunny. And I liked seeing you squirt and I want to do it over and over. All the time!" She looked up at me imploringly. "Please say we can keep doing it, Peter. Please? Pretty please with sugar?"

What could I say? I pressed my hand onto her's, covering the bulge in my bathers, which had swollen under her touch. "As long as you really want to, honey. And as long as it is just between you and me. What we did was wrong in the eyes of many people and the law and we mustn't talk about it or do things when others are around. If you can promise that, then I guess we can carry on."

She squeezed my semi-hard penis as she nodded and smiled. "Goody!" she said and flopped self-satisfied back into her seat. "Can we go to that beach where we don't have to wear our swimsuits?" she asked and I laughed. That's where I was heading anyway.

We spent a wonderful day at the beach. It was secluded and remote and we had it to ourselves. I spent most of the day with an erection, much to Sarah's delight and we swam and messed around like the new lovers we were. Sarah wanted to watch me come and I obliged by jerking off, lying on the beach blanket wih her kneeling beside me, rubbing myself until I spurted all over my belly and Sarah's hand. She made patterns in my semen, drawing on my skin in the slick paste. She sat on my chest, her legs spread either side and I toyed with her sex, running my finger around her immature labia and pressing the tip of my finger into her entrance and wriggling it around, making her giggle and squirm on top of me. I lifted her over my mouth and licked the salty taste of her pussy. All day our fun was touched wih sexual play. She was so light, I could lift her out of the water and pull her onto me, kissing her wet body and licking the salty water from her tiny nipples and from between her legs. She would wrap her legs around my neck, or hang upside down from my shoulders and play with my hard cock while I licked between her legs. By the end of the day I had come three times and had caused my young lover to have many many of her pleasure spasms. Sarah didn't really have orgasms, but she certainly did have short spasms of shuddering with 'goose-bumpy tingles' as she called them. We drove home almost exhausted, but not too tired that we couldn't share a shower and a further sex session before falling asleep. Sarah wanted to rub me to climax with her oiled hands and I just lay there on the bed and let her massage my weary cock until I reached ejaculation. Then she snuggled into me and fell asleep. I stayed awake a litle longer, still concerned about my behaviour but knowing I was powerless to resist the child sleeping beside me. I finally fell into a restless sleep...the pattern of the following couple of weeks.

It took almost a month before my guilt finally left me. Once I was certain Sarah was acting on her own initiative and not to please me or to do what she thought she needed to do to stay with me. It was important to me that Sarah acted on her own free will. I made it very clear over our first few weeks that she would always be with me, no matter what, that she did not have to do anything for me to love her... I always would.

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