"I'm Cindy," the girl said.

"I'm Donna," she replied, and felt the strange sensation of being undressed by those sparkling blue eyes. "Would you like some lemonade?"

The girl nodded, and Donna took her into the house with her. The girl's eyes moved with Donna as she got the lemonade, and Donna knew the girl was looking at her body. She felt shivery and excited, her cunt burning and becoming very wet.

They chatted as the girl drank the lemonade, then sat in the cool living room. Without hesitation or shyness, Cindy, with her eyes gazing at Donna's tits, said, "You have, beautiful breasts, Donna."

For a moment Donna could not reply, then she smiled. "So do you, Cindy."

"Mine are still too little," Cindy said. "But they'll be big when I grow up."

They were quiet for a moment. Then, again oddly, Cindy said, "I like girls. I mean, older. No men."

The meaning was clear to Donna, clear in those hot blue eyes that gazed unwaveringly. Donna sensed tension building between them, but it was an exciting tension filled with promises of an erotic heat. Donna's nipples became rigid underneath her blouse, tingling deliciously. Her cunt was very wet. She felt an almost overpowering urge to hold the sweet little girl, to run her hands over that delectable, body, feel those small tits and run her hands over the swell of that tantalizing ass. The arms of her hands itched to stroke between hose golden thighs, feel the young cunt there. Donna clasped her hands together tightly, but her eyes remained on the girl. Cindy, her eyes smoldering with meaning, began to stroke her hand up and down her own thigh. She had a small smile on her mouth, and her eyes were flashing steamy messages to Donna, messages that could not be misinterpreted.

Donna gasped when Cindy moved her hand up her thigh and openly and boldly rubbed her cunt. Cindy giggled and rubbed her crotch again.