Bobby had found Kathy inside an old crumbling abandoned warehouse and had brought her home with him. Donna could not blame her son; he was always bringing home stray animals. And that was what Kathy reminded Donna of a stray kitten.

If Kathy's story were true, then Donna would help the little girl all she could. But if it weren't, then she would have to locate her parents and return the girl to her home.

Donna sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, thinking about the night before. It was close to noon, and her son, with Kathy, was in the back yard.

Kathy had been filthy from sleeping in the abandoned warehouse, and Donna insisted she bathe. Kathy did not argue the matter and eagerly jumped into the tub of scented bubbles, cooing with pleasure. Donna sat on the toilet, still talking to the girl. Kathy was not in the least embarrassed to undress before Donna, and, when she pulled her T-shirt over her head, Donna was amazed at the beauty of those small tits. The flesh looked like satin. The small nipples were pale pink, and they were rigid. Donna was surprised at her feelings as she watched the girl open her jeans and wiggled her hips from them.

Before Kathy slipped into the tub, she stood straight, her arms up and fluffed her dark blonde hair for a moment. Donna looked at the naked girl, seeing the small waist, the dimple of her belly button, and, below, the promise of a thick bush of cunt hair. Kathy's thighs were long, shapely, yet not fully filled out.

When Kathy turned her back to step into the fragrant water, Donna looked upon the sweetest, tightest little ass she had ever seen.

Donna had never been attracted to another girl in a sexual way, she felt something strange pulling at her. She felt the desire to touch Kathy, to fondle those succulent little tits and caress the creamy tight ass, to stroke those smooth thighs, to hold that sugary cunt.