"Okay. Watch the screen." Paul reached around her. His arm brushed against the swelling bud of her little breast, and she made no attempt to move away. Paul cradled his left arm loosely around her waist and typed out the standard address code.

The little television screen over the keyboard flashed snow for a second and then read-out: STANDING BY FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. PLEASE USE ENTRY KEY 779-BJ6.

"Wow!" the little girl said. "That's really neat!"

She leaned back and pressed her body against him, and then squirmed pleasurably, enjoying the animal physical contact. Hardly realizing what he was doing, Paul crouched slightly and opened his knees, so that the girl's soft round ass fitted perfectly into his crotch.

"Make it do some more!" she said.

Paul leaned forward to the keyboard again, using it as an excuse to hug the little girl's warm body close to him. He held her very close to him and typed out the instructions for the machine to read out his own entry catalogue. As he punched the address, he could feel his arm moving up and down over Lisa's young breasts.

Lights dance across the screen and then formed themselves to spell:

EVANS PAUL 2291 PACIFIC TERRACE #7 CONTRCT #22875-BN-8 ENTRY KEY 497-G4R

"Golly!" the little girl said. "That's really neat!"

She rubbed her young body against him in her excitement. He left his arm around her, feeling her breasts on his forearm. The mound of her tit swelled slightly, but her little nipple was almost as large as a woman's, and it was becoming erect from the casual friction of Paul's arm.

Lisa broke out of his embrace and skipped around the room. "Show me the rest of your house!" She said.

"There's not much more to see," he said "Just the bedroom."

He followed the little girl as she ran into the bedroom. She looked around once and then flopped on the bed. She pulled her bare feet up after her and raised her knees until Paul could see her round thighs all the way up to the bottom of her panties.