“Lower,” she murmured again, only in a slightly louder voice.

She bit her lip and looked down.

Hal’s hand seemed to barely inch its way down between her legs. It looked like something she had never seen before between her spread open thighs.

His hand pressed at her splayed thighs and forced them wider.

“Gee,” Annie gasped. Her eyes were wide as she looked down and watched his fingers disappear under-the edge of her short, yellow dress. And then she felt his fingertips sliding across her panties and touching her peehole through the material and she knew he was being very naughty.

But Annie didn’t say anything. Her flesh was quivering. She felt all electric between her legs. It felt heavenly. “Ooooh, do it some more, Mr. Hal,” she moaned. And she raised her hips and rubbed her itchy cunny against his probing fingers.

Hal couldn’t stop. The satiny feel of little girl flesh against his fingers was more than he could stand. Drips of cock fluid squeezed out of his cock head and he wanted to grab his own crotch and jack off while he touched Annie’s delectable cunt. Her sex odor made a cloud in the room and he sawed his finger. back and forth in the little girl’s weeping slot.

Annie was writhing and twisting on the couch. Hal had turned her so she was laying back and she could see his hand disappearing between her legs and feel what he was doing. And what she felt was super.

Something thick and firm was pressed against her panties. It just seemed to lie naturally in the little, hairless slot between her legs. And when it moved up and down, rubbing at the soft, grasping lips, chills of pleasure shot all through Annie.