"One look at Denise told me she knew I was talking about us. I could tell she wanted to help the girl, too.Ann gave us a 'thumbs up', and told the who...e story."Her name is Bernice Duncan, and she lives on a farm bordering our west pasture. That creek we like to go to is the boundary. She's in the tenth grade, and up until the eighth, was like anyone else. That's when all the trouble started. She had a boyfriend, and he started telling other guys that they were doing more than 'fooling around'.. He glanced at her chest. Damn it, he thought, why does my hindbrain have control of me? Then he noticed a large scar on the left side of her face. He looked again into her eyes. Well, if the first thing I do is to stare at her boobs, I'm sure I failed that test. What is it about boobs? Her small ones are nice. Hell, all of them are nice."Do you want to get a cup of coffee? There's a shop across the street."Paul and Alice sat in a booth facing each other. "I thought I had failed your test." Why,. "Yes Katherine. I'll help you," I said, rubbing her back with my hand as she continued to cling to me like a frightened child. I held her like that for a few minutes, listening to her breath and gasp as her tears finally began to subside, neither one of us saying anything in the silence of the room. I could see through the blinds that daybreak had started to come. It was another day in Los Angeles, and who knew what was in store.I had thought Katherine had fallen asleep on my lap for a moment,. But when I came out of the shower, I let my robe d**** open as I walked around the room. I was certain Mark must have been able to see quick views of my dark hairy pussy, but I never actually made eye contact with him to confirm it. We watched some TV and then turned the lights off and settled into our respective sides of the bed.Sometime during the night, I became aware that Mark had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push.