"Tricky one?" she asked softly.Annette nodded dumbly."But you still want to talk about it, don't you?"Another silent nod."Well, come on in. I'll put t...he kettle on while you change out of uniform and then we can talk. Don't worry, darling. I won't chew your ear or preach at you. I promise."Annette looked up shyly at her and saw nothing but love and understanding in her mother's eyes. "Thanks, Mum," she whispered and climbed out of the car.Ten minutes later they were sitting opposite each other. As we traveled down the road I fantasized about her while she sat next to me in the passenger seat, smelling her coconut hand lotion and the faint smell of her perfume, her black pumps, black nylons, her light blue dress settling between her thighs, her brown hair, teasingly showing from beneath her white bonnet, the long white ties of her bonnet laying over her breasts. The seat belt stretched tight between her tits, emphasizing them. They were perfect. My cock throbbed and strained against my. ..he was wearing makeup. Both of us wore our longhair in ponytails.We stood there for a few minutes holding hands and looking each otherover. After a few minutes we let go and went into the living room. "I'll be back in a minute," I said. I went to carol's room and put onsome of her lipstick. I went back to the living room and, as girls do, kissed him hello.We didn't know what to do so we just sat around watching TV and readingsome of carol's magazines, waiting for our favorite show to come on. I slid my hands down below my breasts, revealing how engorged my nipples had become at the suggestion that they would be suckled; managing just in time to shut down the production of milk that started simultaneously with the thought. I stroked my flat tummy and sucked it in tight as I imagined it immensely swollen with squirming and kicking babies. I cupped my mound again and then forced my hands down to the insides of my thighs as I spread my knees apart in the coarse, brown sand. I rocked my.