Paul handed her the orange juice, and sat down on a chair in front of her. He knew he had selected his position for the best view between the little girl's legs. She kept talking about the park, her animated little body squirming on the stool Paul tried not to stare where the white nylon stretched across her soft little sex place, but the white length of her open thighs kept pulling his eyes back to her crotch.

"This afternoon we're gonna go for a boat ride out on the ocean!" Lisa continued. "We're gonna try to catch some big fish! Maybe we'll catch one we can eat! Do you ever go fishing in the ocean?"

"Not very often," Paul admitted.

"How come you don't have to go to work?" she continued. "Do you work here at home?"

"Yes, I work right there, at the desk in the other room." Lisa hopped off the stool and ran into the living room, Paul following.

What's this?" she said leaning over the computer terminal.

Paul leaned over her, feeling the warmth from her little body. "It's a computer terminal," he said.

"That's a computer?" she asked.

"Not a whole computer. The computer is really big, and it's a long ways away, in another building. That terminal is connected to it, like with telephone wires."

"Oh." Lisa leaned over closer, and Paul moved closer behind her, until he could feel his upper thigh pressing against her round warm ass. "Well could we talk to it, if we wanted to?"

"We could, if we had anything to say." Paul reached around the little girl and flipped on the terminal switch. His arm brushed her bare shoulder, and he could feel her soft blond hair brush his face. It smelled clean and fresh.

"Say something to it!" Lisa squealed. She bounced up and down on her toes with excitement, and her round ass rubbed against Paul's thighs and his genitals. He was very much enjoying being so close to this little girl, and he wanted to prolong the contact.