Penny kept glancing across the street at the Danfords' house, waiting for Irene Danford to leave for work. Carl Danford who was about forty years old had been released from the service a few years ago with a medical discharge, and since then, Irene was working part time at the laundry to supplement his pension.

When Penny saw the woman leave for work, she waited a few minutes before she crossed the street and rang the doorbell.

"Hi, Penny," he smiled down at the girl. "Come on in."

"Did you get your money?" she grinned, looking up into the man's excited eyes.

"Sure did," he smiled.

Irene was always paid on Thursdays, and because she gave Carl a small allowance, Penny went over to see him every Friday afternoon when the woman left for work.

"Okay," Penny grinned as she quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head.

"Gee, Penny," the man leered, reaching out and gently pinching her hard nipples. "Those little titties are gettin' bigger every week."

"Yes, I know," she giggled, thrilled by the wild sensations that rippled through her body when his fingers caressed her hard, swollen boob-buds.

Reaching down and lowering the girl's zipper, he peeled her jeans down over her slim hips. When the girl was completely naked, she jumped on the kitchen table and stretched out on her back with her knees hanging over the edge. Gently spading her thighs with his big gentle paws, Carl lowered his mouth down over her sweet snatch. Penny was trembling with delight because what she liked the most was when his thick hot tongue first touched her juicy slit.

It had all started about two years ago. She liked the Danfords very much and often walked across the street where they always served her lemonade and cookies. One afternoon when Mrs. Danford had left them to go to work, he asked Penny if she would take her sun suit off.