I got home and immediately let Greta out. While she was enjoying the outside, I hopped in the shower.Scrubbing down, I reviewed what I knew in my mind...I dried off and rushed through dressing. If I was to head to the police station, I needed to look more dignified and professional. I chose a matching set of lingerie and a white starched blouse and skirt. I even put on heels.I left my hair down and reapplied makeup and perfume. Grabbing a shoulder bag, I got Greta back in and headed out. I needed. She rubbed both of her hands into her pussy. She rubbed and prodded at her pussy lips until she couldn’t take it anymore, and slipped the middle finger of her right hand into her steaming cunt.She didn’t even see the TV anymore as she pulled her labia open with one hand and pushed the rest of the fingers of her other hand into her twat. I could not stand there ,so I opened the door calling my aunt. She heard the back door open and knew it was her me. I think She was so close to cumming, Janaki. I had my own answer even without Dr.Bell's final diagnosis.That evening I had an enjoyable dinner out with Mom again as her'daughter' Mom had endless advice and concerns expressed that finalnight before the big date. To Mom it was as if she was preening overher daughter out on her first date...well...it was!!! But she enjoyedthe discussions and just wanted to protect me. She even got to thepoint of warning me about the 'roving hands' of those boys out thereand to watch out for any drinking.. Over the years we'd become more important to each other. We'd become more a part of each other's lives. It would be far more difficult for me to walk away from her now than it would have been shortly after we met.My viewpoint about the whole thing was different than hers. She seemed to think that we had lost the passion in our relationship. I was sure that we'd only lost the desperation and the uncertainty.I took Natalie's hand and pulled her closer to the water as the mime approached us. "Take.