Dreams that he hated to admit to, they were always the same. The car sweeping towards him and the woman beside him; and them both unable to move out o... the way. Disturbingly sometimes the woman was Cheryl, sometimes his mother, and sometimes his pet dog from childhood. He never saw who it was, he just knew who it was in his dream. He shouted out, and then calmed as her soft face kissed his and her arm stroked his. She hadn’t realised, none of them had, how deeply he was still affected.Her hair. After a few minutes came the sound of a singing kettle and a clatter of cups and plates. Miss Lambourne reappeared with a tray of tea things. The two visitors settled themselves on an old but very comfy sofa, tea was served, and soon Pam and her hostess were chatting about past events and holiday plans.Suzy had a look around. Miss Lambourne herself was neatly dressed in a pleated tartan skirt, a cream-coloured blouse and a grey cardigan. Her white hair was arranged in a neat bun -- the perfect. ."It'll be good for you to spend some time with your nan, she get's lonely out there on her own" they said.I reluctantly arrived, and after she had shown me to my room, adjoining hers, I made my way to the bathroom, stripped off and got into the shower, and, as usual, whilst washing/rubbing my cock, began to sport a decent erection.Standing there, soaped up, and enjoying the sensation of my soapy hand slipping over my purple cock-head, I caught sight of the door opening, and hurriedly, turned. ' I couldn't imagine that Stacy would actually want to get pregnant, especially not with a perfect stranger. But as my mind began to whirl around the possibility, I decided firmly not to cum inside her. I knew there was still some sperm in my pre-cum, but the chances of her getting pregnant from that were extremely slim.So, I discarded the condom back into the open drawer and leaned over her. I used my arms to hold me up, and my lips sought out hers. Our tongues met and I felt her run her soft.