“What’s wrong?”“I’m ... lost...”“I’m putting the tea to steeping,” she said. “Come sit in the lunchroom. I have just the thing...�...�While the water was coming to a boil for the tea, a real teakettle with a whistle, a couple of frozen pastries appeared from the freezer.“Herbal teas,” Maddie said. “That’s a ‘Grandma Desai by way of Beck’ thing. Beck juggled her proportions, more of this, less of that. I can duplicate.”“I enjoy it every time you roll it out,” I said. The aroma as it steeped lent an. Her head was bowed as she examined the pathetic mush they call food here. Her dark brownish red hair hung to her collarbone, and her thin pale frame seemed awkward and lost in her uniform. I recognized her instantly as one of the new wards. She had bare feet; a typical sign of a new ward. Socks and slip on shoes cost money at the small convenience store downstairs. Four others sat with her and engaged in conversation. I recognized the others as petty criminals. Lauren Withers, a bipolar. Besides, the pretty, petite, host had a great rack! A set of breasts just begging for attention! Kiran bent over the table, her hands resting before her. She wiggled her miniskirted ass to entice Kevin’s cock. His penis, now hard once again, twitched in anticipation of the fucking it was about to receive. Kevin reached around Kiran’s slender waist, and undid her skirt. It fell to the floor at her feet. She was wearing no stockings or hose. Only a tight pair of white silk panties stood between. Mer poore badan mein sansani hone lagi aur mera lundtan kar khara ho gaya. Mom apne sare badan par sabun masal kar naharahi thi. Nahate nahate mom apne dono choochiyon ko hathoon sedabane lagi, isi tarh dabate-dabate amma par jawani ki madhoshichhane lagi aur apne hatho se bur bhi masal rahi thi pahle to burko hoonton se halke-halke sahlati rahi aur phir usne apni chootmein apni do ungiliyoon ko pel diya aur amma ke munh se halki-halki siskari nikalnelagi…..Ooooohhh…..aaahhhhh…….ssiii….. mom ne.