All I could really do was put them on the divider and pretend I was feeling up the world's flattest woman."I'm getting close," I said, not sure what t...e protocol for this kind of thing was."Not yet," she said, immediately stopping. I could hear what sounded like her standing up and flattening out her skirt. Then I heard her open her stall.Is this bitch gonna leave me hanging?My question was answered immediately, as I heard the door to my stall being pushed on."Are you gonna let me in, or. Sister Ann apologized, but she couldn't say anything else. Connie wished her well and hung up."We know where she was born, and when. Do you want to tell her?" Connie asked."She told me last night she didn't want to know about her mother, or words to that effect. If she changes her mind, she can go to court."Connie smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. If she asks, though, we have to be honest." I agree, but I don't think she will," I replied.The next few weeks passed in a mechanical fashion.. . ?” she asked.“Much better...” he replied as his cock gave a weak throb in her hand, “please continue ... you know, with Terry and the others.”“Evelyn was fascinated by Terry’s actions; she had never witnessed another woman masturbating before, and although she had yet to actually touch herself down there, she was openly cupping a breast and pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, while tracing the fingertips of her other hand across her delightfully firm, bare tummy. Only now her. Nneka’s brow furrowed. “I ... didn’t mention that.”I chuckled. “It was pictured in one of the slides – in the background of the photograph of the test subject,” I said, grinning at her.“I didn’t know you were a biochemist. Should I call you Dr. Woods?” Nneka asked, looking definitely more curious now.I grinned. “I’d prefer Kimmy.”She smiled back, slowly. “But only if you call me Chio.”“My pleasure,” I purred.“Kimmy, remember? The offer?” Marcy whispered. I chuckled, softly, then dipped my hand.