Parents and girls

I am writing as a parent who also knows how it feels to be totally smitten by little girls and their charms. It was not that I had anything other than parental love for my daughter, it was the whole world of little girls that a parent becomes involved in as their daughter grows up. The happiest years were when she was between 5 and 10 years old. Her friends (all girls) would frequently visit and I became like a father to them all. The parents of these girls seemed happy to let them play all day away from home and I was happy to look after them and provide refreshments and care as necessary. My wife was often out and my weekends were often spent with my daughter and her friends, sometimes also taking them to the park with their parents permission. Gradually I realised I was captivated by little girls, something which I had not previously cared to admit to myself. I was content to be the carer, being acutely aware that any inappropriate behaviour would end in disaster. The most acute temptation was from one of the girls (aged about 9). Her own father gave her little attention, and she therefore transferred her attention to me. She would sometimes leap on me, giggling, occasionally lightly biting my ears. I could not pretend that I was not aroused by this. My daughter is in her teens now, so these visits have ceased. It was a lovely period in my life, and brings back many happy memories.