Stumbling away from the gate, she freed the Diet Coke from her pocket and twisted off the lid. The hiss/fizz of escaping carbon dioxide was Iggy Azale... to her ears. Lifting the rim to her lips, she couldn’t drink the soda; her nausea was too great. Cold and disgusted, she capped the bottle and staggered to the nearby patio table, yanked out the closest chair and collapsed onto the seat. Her nausea grew worse every time she jumped back to 2014, and lasted longer too. Jet-lag from Hell, she. Once in the shower we teased each other again but Wendy seemed a littlemoody with me."Ooooh! Who's got the grumps then?" I teased."It not the grumps," hissed Wendy, "I've got a tummy ache." Oh. D'you want me to rub it better?" No!" she snapped, "Go and get Aunty Janet or Mum."I had never encountered Wendy in this mood before, so I turbaned my hairand tucked a large towel around my boobs then went to Aunty Janet's room.She was sat at her dressing table in a delightful lace-up satin. "I…" I was going to say something witty, but there were fingers running along the top of my black pants, slowly working their way down into my crotch. I knew I was going to come if she kept it up. Her fingers were finding wisps of pubic hair and I wanted her to unbutton my slacks and continue. She could sense my need. "Are you okay with this? I just find you sexy as hell." I blushed and turned away from her gaze. She gently pulled my chin around and kissed me again. My pants came undone like. You are going to have your first mother, daughter spit riding session." As I say this, the tip of the spit comes out of my abdomen, since I raised my body, clearly visible for all to see. I slide my pussy up and down on the spit several times, letting everyone see that it is truly through my pussy and into my abdomen. When I nod, Anna pulls the spit back out of her mouth, closing her lips around it to taste me on the end of it. Anna stops with the tip of the spit in the edge of her.