Her little, bright-white, tennis outfit revealed a few inches of tanned flesh between her tight, cropped top and her pleated skirt, her diamond belly ring sparkled in the sunlight, and her skirt revealed almost as much leg as mine did.
I bet myself she had panties on under hers though. Even a thong, which is exactly what I imagined she had on, would be way more clothes than I had on under my skirt.
"Are you a princess?" interrupted my thoughts, so I looked down at the little girl standing right in front of me now.
Her expression, wide eyes and slightly open lips, showed childish wonder, and one little hand almost cupped the ends of my hair.
"You're so pretty you have to be a princess. Can I touch your hair?"
I squatted down and draped my hair across her arm.
"It's as fake as a three
