She continued to sit and watch Kathy while the girl soaped herself, then used a thick, soft cloth to scrub at her arms and legs. Kathy lifted her legs, one at a time, from the tub, teasingly, to wash them. Then, with her gaze on Donna, she handed her the cloth. For a moment Donna almost refused, then she took it and dropped to her knees beside the tub and began to wash Kathy's back. She could not understand the tingling heat that, seemed to burn at her hand when she touched Kathy's flesh. She trembled slightly, but Kathy didn't appear to notice.

Then, on her own, Donna dried the girl as she stood up in the tub. Kathy wiggled and mewled as Donna roughly ran the towel over the skin.

Since Kathy could not possibly put those dirty jeans and T-shirt back on, Donna rummaged about in her closet for something to cover the girl with. None of her clothing would fit, of course, and she had to settle for an old faded man's shirt that Donna often wore during yard work.

Although the shirt was much too large, it had to do for the time being. It hung on Kathy the way an overly large nightgown would, the sleeves rolled up.

As Kathy joined Bobby in the living room, Donna took the soiled jeans and T-shirt to the washer and tossed them in, setting the machine.

When she returned to the living room, she saw Bobby and Kathy sitting on the floor, facing each other, some game board between them. Since it was not yet time for bed, Kathy picked up a magazine and sat on the couch to read a bit.

Kathy was facing her, and Donna almost choked when she saw the girl's pink cunt exposed under the shirt. She had not thought about panties, and now it was too late. Donna glanced at her son to see if he could see Kathy's cunt, too. Either he paid no attention or was trying not to peek.