The sun was out and it was already midday, so I thought I might tool along to the Aquapark again and see what it had to offer in the way of preteen candy. Maybe I might even catch that horny little Sarah - Sarah Will, that was her name - the lovely blond 11-year-old that I "played" with on the slide the Saturday before, even managing to make the tiny sexpot cum while we stopped for a few moments in the tunnel. Shit, I forgot to ask Stephanie if she has a Sarah Will in her class at school!

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I pay my entrance fee and head for the changing rooms. As I approach the pool supervisor's desk just outside the changing area, I notice with no particular concern that it is the same guy who looked long and hard at Stephanie and me when we left the place after our hot masturbatory session the week before. No concern, that is, until I hear him say "Excuse me, Sir" and beckon me over. I feel my first twinge of alarm, an alarm that turns almost to panic when the supervisor continues in a dead-pan voice:

"Sir, I couldn't help noticing you when you were here last week with that young girl. A family member, is she, sir?"

"Errr! Yes, my niece, actually. Why?"

"Well, a girl that young is not supposed to be in the adults' changing room, as you are no doubt aware. And I have to say that the noises I heard coming from the cabin you were in, the cabin you were BOTH in together, sir, gave me to think that maybe you were a little partial to a bit of young crumpet from time to time ..."

From panic at the thought that I am going to be charged with indecent behaviour, at the very least, his last few words and the tone that they are expressed in leave me in a state of anxious confusion.

"Well ... err ... w- w- w- what do you mean. I don't quite understand what you're getting at. Are you ... are you trying to suggest ..."

"Oh, no, sir! I'm not trying to suggest anything, sir. I'm damn sure enough what the two of you were up to in there not to need to suggest."

" ..... "

"No, you see, sir, I'm a bit partial to the younger set myself, though personally it's, like, the little boys and their hard little bums that I usually get off on. And I thought to myself the other day: that looks like a nice gentleman, someone after my own heart, and that little girl of his certainly seems to be fond of him. So I thought to myself: 'Come on, George! Why not give the guy a break, and let him use your room behind the cabins next time. Seeing as how it's got a nice comfortable little bed and all, he'd be able to have a lot more fun there!'"

"Wh ... wh ... what? You mean ... you would let me ... I could ... you're not going to report me?"

"Oh, no, sir! Good lord, no! I know what it like when you've got the right article but you don't have any place to take it. They give me that room, here, so that I can use it when I have my breaks. And to be honest, sir, though some might be more inclined to call it dishonest, so to speak, there's many a hot little lad I've taken in there and fucked till he could hardly sit down again. A few little girls, too, tell the truth. If they're young enough, sir, there's not that much difference between a girl's asshole and a boy's, for my purposes anyway."

"Wait a minute .... err .... George!" I say, calming down a bit. "Are you telling me that there are young kids here who are really up for it, I mean, whatever you want to do with them?" ......(cont)