Seeing my disappointment, she said, "It's okay. I'll be back Fridaynight late. Maybe you could come here and meet me?" Uh, okay," I said, glad that ...he was choosing to have me welcome herhome."Now you better hurry and get your shower. I'll fix coffee while youget dressed."When I came into her room from the shower, I found that Grace had laidout my clothes I'd worn over on Friday. And next to them was a set ofsexy lingerie, which I assumed she expected me to wear under my clothesthat day. . .. I’m not sure,Sir...” My God, thought Havers, she’s playing this game marvellously. Just as if she were an innocent sixteen-year-old. A virgin, in fact! “Well, I will enlighten you, young lady,” said Havers. “It is for sticking into your pussy. Right up into it. Understand?” “I... I think so, Sir...” “Do you like the idea?” “I... I don’t know, Sir...” “Sure you don’t know?” “I... I’m a little frightened, Sir...” Havers grinned. Marvellous... marvellous... “No need to be,” he said. “You’ll. " B-- but-- you're Linda's mother, and, and--"She lifted her knees, shoved her tail nearer and put her knees into his lap. "And I'm a woman who can excite you, who can spice up your sex life. Here, Glenn-- give me your hands."Finding them in the dark, Betty placed them upon her trembling breasts, and squirmed even closer on the seat, leaning the found softness of her tits into his palms. "You've stared at these often enough, dear; here they are." Man," Glenn breathed. "This is wild, like a. "Hello; I'm Detective Constable Ward and I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me?" Of course dear; come in," the old lady said.The old lady had to be in her seventies and the place smelled of boiled cabbage and cat piss. He sat down on an overstuffed sofa, declining the obligatory cup of tea and asked her a series of questions about Mike Harris. Mike was a loner who didn't mingle with the neighbours she explained; she didn't have much to do with him but she thought it strange.