‘What? I didn’t do anything!’ Lisa broadcast at her.“I didn’t say you did,” Tabatha replied, out loud. Silently, she added, ‘I know you ...nooped. It’s okay.’“I know why she did it,” Lisa said, cryptically.“Why who did what?” Tabatha asked, momentarily confused.“Tanya,” Lisa clarified. “She wanted that thing between her legs.”‘Whoa! She’s growing up way too fast!’ Tabatha realized, fearfully astonished.“Ooo-kay,” Tabatha replied carefully. “Do you have any questions about that?” ‘That’s not fair!. I then stuck that finger at his asshole opening. He pulled his legs in the air as I stuck my finger in his butt. I stayed like that, shoving my finger in and out of his squeezing asshole as my head bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock. He was making so much noise. I deep throated him and reached up with my free hand and began twisting and pulling his nipples. I then pulled his balls inside my mouth with the head of his cock. He said he was going to cum and I moaned ok. His balls fell. At once I found myself feeling protective towards her and went out of my way to make her feel at ease. The photocall was done first and the photographers left. Next was the screening of the programme for the journalists. Jas was hovering uncertainly so I smiled and beckoned an invitation for her to take a seat next to mine at the back of the room. Her pretty face lightened as she immediately accepted, touching my shoulder and whispering “Thank you” as she sat down, her shapely legs folding. Our son Charles faced prejudice in the local school so he attended the Indian school. Mary and I loved him as if her were our son. As the years went by he grew into a fine young man. He knew the story of how I become what I am. He felt he had two mothers. He met and fell in love with a girl in his class in the school. They were both 15 when they got married in an Indian ceremony on the Reservation. Mary and I wore our Sunday best clothes and even hired a photographer to tale pictures of.