What I had just asked, and what it might have implied, without much more intention than not wanting you to go, and not wanting to be alone. Before my ...houghts consume me too much, I hurry back to you. Your eyes are heavy, sleepy, and you yawn wide-mouthed as I hand you the things. I sit down closely next to you, putting my head onto your shoulder. Your arm wraps around me, and you give a gentle squeeze. I close my eyes, and yawn as well. Shaking off the sleep a little, I stand up, infront of. ." You're breaking your own rule, Ingrid," said Fred, who had just comeup behind her. "No shop talk at tea break. I'll tell Steve all aboutit when he actually starts work." He turned to me. "How are you,kiddo? Great to see you. You're looking fit. College life obviouslyagrees with you. How's that girl of yours? Rachel, wasn't it?"He sensed everyone looking daggers at him."What? What did I say?"Without me noticing, Vera and Sharon had slipped away quietly, and Fredand my mother went. I pulled the panties on quickly hoping that Mommywouldn't notice that my little friend was getting bigger. Next came asilky pink T shirt with thin straps (Mommy called it a Camisole) and thenmy new petticoat.The feeling of my panties, camisole, and petticoat against my body wasnearly too much to handle; I forced myself to concentrate on things I waslearning in Geography class to keep from making a mess in my panties.Mommy undid the buttons and tied the sash into a big bow; my petticoatwas. She'd said cock in front of me before, and pussy too. So hearing her say that didn't exactly set me back on my haunches. Now ... hearing her say, "sucking it" did. That was indeed a sex thing, a describing what you do ... or wanted to do, or did sort of sex thing ... sex act. But I sat there asking myself the question, suddenly everything else no longer important to me. "Had she?" Obviously she must have, but it wasn't exactly something you normally sat there and pondered over. Until now."Ah.