In that region, every female over the age of seventeen is a mother.“Nothing,” she said, leaning back so her breasts looked out at me from the conf...nes of another white top. “Just relaxed. Made lunch for the family.”“They let you cook them lunch?” I spluttered for comic effect. “How many kids have you got?“Two sons, four grandkids,” she said.“You’re not a grandma,” I said, half surprised and half acting.“I am,” she said proudly.“Well grandmas didn’t look like you when I was a kid,” I said. I loved her smile. It made my chest ache.My hand edged higher, across a thigh and, my God, I felt the seductive rise of a young pubis under cotton sweats; that delicate, seductive shape so arousing. I loved how her eyes narrowed slightly when I traced the incredible shape of her teenage pussy. I loved fondling her. It was so personal, so sexy, so damn arousing.Small bumps emerged, her nipples announcing themselves. That warm flush of horniness cascaded through me. Damn I loved Cassie;. Clearly they had done this before because the male officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very calm considerate tone with me. The one thing she asked which was new was did I think I could identify the person who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied “definitely”. But based on the vague de***********ion I gave them and the. I mean. I don’t know. I’ve never been with a girl. Or… a boy,” Queena confessed with embarrassment.“Holy shit, Queen Bee. You’re a virgin! And here I am just being a total slut,” Natalie said, now more embarrassed than Queena.“It’s OK. I like it. I mean, you’re not a slut. I just. I mean, I’ve never even kissed anybody,” Queena explained, almost sad.“Oh, sweety. Get over here.”Natalie ever so gently kissed Queena’s perfect pillowed lips. They both giggled. Natalie stroked Queena’s hair and then.