Caroline was aware, once again, of her mother’s large breasts against her own. Again the feeling of safety and security flooded over her, mixed wit...h a feeling of nostalgia. The nostalgia was for her childhood, surely lost these last few days.*Dinner that night was a very relaxed affair. A local Farmer had managed provide a couple of rabbits which Rose made up into a stew and they ate well. This was one of the things that David had appreciated. People in the countryside always seemed to eat. Twirling one of her pigtails, she puts her fingertip into mouth, hips uneven and feet turned in as if she really were only a young, innocent school girl instead of a wanton temptress. You swallow audibly, and she giggles. Hey there, she says in a innocent, school girl tone, watcha doin? You grin, loving how far shes going with the act. Im just sitting here doing some work, you answer, but some naughty little girl keeps distracting me. Aaawwww, who could that be? You grab her ass and pull her,. Now I really started to panic. I was lost on a desolate road.It was dark and I had no way of calling for help. I knew it wasn’t safe for a woman to be stranded late at night in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know what to do. Should I stay in the car or should I walk for help? Should I hide in the trees and wait for morning or flag someone down and hope they aren’t some sort of crazed lunatic. As I was pondering my options, I noticed headlights from around the corner coming closer to me. I was. He held up his hand and said: “No more interrupting, none at all!”“Good!” she said, “So, where was I?”“At ‘our pink panties’,” he offered.“Yes,” she said, “So, you only get ‘our pink panties’ if you put them on as soon as you get them.”“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” he said. “Makes me shivery; you: dirty, sweaty and smelly, and me getting into your pink panties. Yumm again doubled.”“Our pink panties!” she corrected.“Hoorray for ‘our pink panties’!” he said, giving her his arm and walking toward the apartment.