Lisa had learned that touching herself ‘down there’ was pleasurable from an early age. As a c***d, she remembered her mother chastising her for do...ing it while watching TV once. Being open, her mother tried to explain things to her in a format she could understand at her age. It wasn’t forbidden, but rather something that was done in privacy.Her fingers pressed past her outer folds and slipped smoothly between her delicate inner lips. With her middle finger, Lisa vigorously rubbed the covering. Kat’s eyes flew open wide in surprise. Marge had just asked her to masturbate. Crimson streaked across her cheeks at the thought of being so wanton. But despite the embarrassment, she moved her hand between her thighs and started stroking herself.“Am I ever in any of your daydreams?” asked Marge as she manipulated the firm breasts. She bounced them and then gripped the nipples, stretching them away from Kat’s chest.Kat tensed at the question. Marge had been an occasional actor in her dreams. "Hi, baby," the very drunk voice said on the other end. "Mom, what's up? Are you OK?" I asked. "Oh yea, I'm..." and her phone went crashing to the ground. The next voice I heard was a man. "Mr. #%&$ ? This is Officer Campo with the (local) police dept. We have your mother here and she intoxicated. We need for you to come pick her up.". "She wasn't driving, was she?". I asked. "No, but I found her trying unlock her car door. I brought her in for her protection. There are no charges,. It's our one chance to catch them dirty." We catch them dirty and they throw us over the side," I said."Maybe once you get back to the dock, but they won't take any chances till they get their drugs unloaded. When you hit the dock, we are going to have a surprise for anyone waiting for you." she said."I have no idea how to feel about that. If your guys fuck up, it's me and Fat Jack who will pay for it," I explained."Don't worry this is not an official operation. Your friends from the Church.