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I might be going mad. You know, lunatic mad! All I know is I had to get away. Get away from Janice, my parents, work, my life! OK, I couldn't just up and quit my job, but I could take some time off. I had several weeks of vacation coming to me. I really fucked up, but... I was addicted. And I'm certainly not the only one or so much of it wouldn't be out there!
I thought I was in the clear on that fateful Tuesday evening in June. My girlfriend, Janice, was supposed to be attending a training class. I was so engrossed in the little Columbian girls playing under the outdoor shower that I didn't hear Janice let herself in. The video looped over and over again at 60% speed as I jacked off. One had a short bob and looked around ten while the other had long hair and was maybe around eleven. Both wore a tight, white cotton, crop top. Each would let out a cute little scream as they took turns running through the cold shower spray several times. When they were no longer able to take the cold, they began dancing together in the sunshine to warm themselves. Their wet cotton tops sticking to their dark perky nipples as they twisted and jumped around. Plump brown ass cheeks jiggled on full display in their tiny thongs. American girls never showed ass like that.
I watched the loop over and over. Lusting and imagining. Tops pulled off as I lick and suck their hard little buds. Thongs dropped for me with teasing giggles. They bend over placing their hands on the cool stone wall as I move in behind them. My tongue lashes at their plump little pussies then slides a wet trail up their ass cracks. Closing my eyes, I cum to the dirty fantasy as the girls laugh and giggle on the video. Those hot little girls playing their unknowing part to perfection. Janice screams "You fucking pervert!"
I hear the apartment door slam while I'm still letting my 7" cock drain into a wad of paper towels. I'm sure she's boiling as she heads home. Will she pitch all the cute naughty things I bought her. Hello Kitty panties and camisole. My Little Pony in the dumpster. Probably. She's 100% positive of my taboo kink now. My lust for young stuff. She'd go insane on me too if she saw the 1000's of sexy little girl pics I have saved! The sad part is, regardless of the costumes, Janice was never going to be the little girl I craved.
After a lot of thought and packing, I headed to my boat the Delta Blue. I cleared it all with HQ. I could take a working vacation and send my work in whenever I had internet access. I already worked from my apartment office most of the time so any extra burden would be on me. Delta Blue was my luxury toy paid for mostly by an inheritance from my grandparents. The 1998 Hyatt motor yacht at 45' was very stable on the ocean. Then with the large aft cabin, there was room enough to live on her. She was docked on the St. Lucie River at Port St. Lucie, Florida. I figured I'd cruise down to the Bahamas then just island hop from there. Depending upon how I felt, maybe even go as far as the Dominican Republic weather permitting of course.
As I drove to the dock, I had to think about what was behind me. Janice! She still had a key to my place, but wasn't a thief or destructive.... I hoped. She'll probably strip the apartment of anything she owns or had given me. Things can be replaced. My parents? Well, if Janice says anything, they probably already have their suspicions about me. I don't know how many times my mom has caught me taking a hard look at my thirteen-year-old nieces' ass and small perky tits. She's fucking hot, but my oldest sisters first born. Fun to tease, but can't fuck her. The screeching of my phone jerks me back to the present. Probably a Senior Alert... No, an Endangered Missing Alert this time. I assume the parents are fighting over custody or something. I quickly shut the distraction off. With only a few miles left to drive, I go over everything in my head again and hope I didn't forget anything. I'll run over the check list I have on the boat just to make sure though. I'm in no hurry and there are plenty of other places to dock on the east side of Florida to pick up additional provisions if the need arises.
It only takes me three trips with the wheeled cart to get everything on board, including another stop to turn off the alert. I finally take the time to look and it appears to be a 10-year-old runaway named Eva Epps. Sorry, don't know her. Hope she gets home safe. I may have a politically incorrect desire to fuck a young girl, but I certainly don't want to see anyone hurt or killed! Now that I think about it, I seem to recall there was something on the local news last night too. Could have been someone else though.
With all the provisions secured away and the safety checklist all gone through, I fire up the engine and head out. You have to go slow through the inland waterways and this is the best time to make sure there are no engine issues. Once I'm a quarter mile off the coast, I'll power up and head south.