She went into a stall in the ladies' room and lowered her panties. She fingered her pussy and couldn't believe how wet she was. She took the dildo out...of her handbag and touched it to her hole. She was on fire. Slowly, she pushed the cock into her swampy puss, gasping as she did. She eased her panties back up and pulled them tight. The back end of the dildo bulged from the satin crotch as she stood up, concentrating on the fullness she had to squeeze her pussy walls to keep it in. She walked. My eyes were not tearing up anymore and I was close enough to catcha clear glimpse of Mommy in the blinding brightness of the room. She had adreamy expression on her face. I felt chilly and exposed hanging therewith my arms flailing and my legs kicking while I wailed in protest of allthese indignities.The tone of Mommy's voice sounded odd as she said, "Oh my. Oh dear. Ican't help it. I just need to... I've got to do this."I felt myself being lowered and a curtain of material pass over me.. There was still heavy breathing coming from the phone, and then the sounds of something being smashed, some yelling by someone and then the phone went dead.At that point Tara decided to take Deanna, to a distant cousin's place for safekeeping, until there was no danger to her, she would be hidden away where he could never find her. So after a couple phone calls and Dee packing a bunch of her clothes and other things they both left in the car for the 2-hour drive. She had an unmarked police. “You mean touching each other?”“Yes.” She looked between us both. “It ... it isn’t wrong. But it can’t happen yet.”“Yet?” I looked at Zuri again, feeling an echo of that warm swelling feeling, even as I wanted to comfort her, hold her.“Soon. When you’re a little older. But not now.”Soon. The feeling of pressure eased a little as my curiosity grew.“When?” Zuri asked, surprising me.“In a few years. When you are 14. For now ... you keep that to yourselves. You can touch at any time you want, but.