”“It’s okay; I know you needed to hear it. What surprise is that?” She asked, squeezing my hand.“It’s a secret, and it’s in the bedroom,...” I winked and put my hand right up her skirt and stroked her thigh. “Want to come and see?” I leant forward and kissed the tip of her nose.“Yeah… I’d love to, you’re such a bad girl,” she smiled.“Oh Miss Sally,” I grinned. “You’re damn right! Now, come and play with me.” I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and almost ran into the bedroom; I was so excited. I wasn't the only one; the midwife looked at the tears flowing down my cheeks and smiled gently;"It gets to me, too," she said, "every time."Amy was breast-feeding. We had bottles, and steriliser, and solution because babies need water sometimes as well as milk, and we had some formula milk in case of emergencies, but she was the one bearing the burden of being woken up at irregular intervals to put them to the breast; she was the one with sore nipples. But I did what I could, changing nappies,. When we arrived at Trish and Sandy's mansion we were greeted by Trish wearing a black bikini who invited us to join them in the pool outside. We mentioned that we had not brought any swimming costumes.Trish replied, "No problem you are both the same size as Sandy and I, I am sure we can find something for you to wear." Soon Jane and I were kitted out in bikini's, Jane's white and mine pink and both having G strings at the ass showing off our cute asses.After a couple of hours swimming in the. They went to a local diner and enjoyed brunch, talking about future plans and more than once slipping into more suggestive conversation. Brook couldn’t believe that this was the same guy she had a crush on for so long. Even back then, she never imagined enjoying such small things with him, having intimate conversation and idly sitting around. He was always so iconic to her, something unattainable, that if she ever did catch his attention, it would be on his terms with her always wondering if.