"Thank you, Donna," Kathy whispered, "for buying me these clothes."

"You're welcome, honey," Donna said, and she gave in to the impulse to run her fingers through the dark-blonde hair. "Pretty girls need pretty dresses."

Then she closed her arm about Kathy's shoulder, pulling her against her body. Kathy mewled with pleasure as she pressed against Donna, and then Donna's breathing stilled. Kathy's small hand had brushed over one of her tits. At first Donna thought it was accidental, but then the hand moved across her tit again, this time with more pressure on the nipple.

Donna trembled, unable to still the sudden desire that flared inside her slender body. She hugged Kathy tightly and kissed the smooth forehead, and she felt the little girl very deliberately, very slowly, cup her tit and squeeze gently.

Pulling away, her eyes glazed and her body shivering, Donna started the car and drove from the parking area. Kathy remained close to her, the girl's sweet thigh brushing hers.

By the time they arrived home, Donna was moist with sweat, and it was not due to the heat of the day. Once in the house, she rushed to her bedroom and quickly into the adjoining bath, where she ran a cool shower over her heated body.

Something was happening. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was because of Kathy.

CHAPTER TWO

Kathy bounced about the house happily, helping Donna with all the household chores. She bubbled with gaiety, giggling a great deal, chattering about anything and everything.

Donna wondered why Kathy was always so close to her and why she seemed to find opportunities to touch her. Donna was sure it had been accidental, but the touches continued, coming more often. And Kathy didn't just touch her arm or back but seemed to always manage a brush across Donna's tits, her hips, and even her ass a number of times.