Sexy Fun Times/Ten/Girl/School/Gramps/Show/Park

"That was fun," Amanda says as you walk along the path eating your ice cream cornets.

"I think I prefer old men," you say. Then, as a cute little five-year-old boy runs past in the other direction, you add "Or very young ones."

Amanda laughs. "Oh come on... Cocks and cunts, big or little. They are all the same to you.

You punch her on the arm. "You can talk, slut."

She is rubbing her arm and complaining about the possibility of a bruise, when you see an white haired old man sitting on a bench reading a paper. "What about him," she says. "He old enough for you.

He looks up as you approach. Two attractive ten-year-old girls in short uniform skirts and white shirts. We probably looked like a something from a pedo dream. Amanda sits next to him and you perch on the arm the other side. He says nothing but looks from her to you and back again. "Our school has a project about helping senior citizens," Amanda says.

The old man looks down to where most of her thighs are exposed as her short skirt somehow got hiked up when she sat down. He folds his paper up and puts it on his lap. Not hard to guess what he's covering up. You reach over, take it away from him and drop it in the bin by the bench. "Wha, what do you have in mind," he says, his voice coming out a bit croaky.

"Well, we could help with this if you want," Amanda says, reaching over and putting her hand on the bulge in his trousers.

He snatches her hand away, but doesn't get up. "How old are you anyway," he says.

"You know what they say," Amanda says.

"No. What do they say?"

"Big enough is old enough," we both say together and burst out laughing.

"Don't you like girls," you say.

"Of course I like girls. I'm just scared of getting caught."

Amanda is massaging what seems to be a pretty good sized cock through the front of his trousers. "We know a place if you want," she says.

The man turns and looks up at you. "A secret place," you say.

You walk along the path for a while and then turn off across the unmown grass towards some trees. There is a fence, but it's in poor repair and easy to step over and the old man follows you easily enough. Not far into the trees is an old brick building with a tiled roof. The door is chained shut and held by a big rusty padlock. Amanda reaches behind the lock and simply unhooks it - the padlock isn't doing anything.

"What's this," the man asks, looking around.

"No idea," you say. "Kids have been coming here for years."

Inside is pretty manky. The only furniture is a couple of wooden tables and some old steel chairs. It's all pretty dirty, although it looks as if someone has tried to clean up as there are a couple of bin bags you really don't want to look in to by the door. There's a stack of magazines on a table and the man goes over to look at them.