Remember Buffie - from my Flashing First Time story? She sent me a text and asked me if I was in a hotel or not. I replied with a "I'll be checking in...later in the day." She said, "Cool - can I call you?" Of course, I indicated she could.Later in the evening, my mobile phone rang - it was Buffie. We talked for awhile, she reflecting on our little escapade of days before. I suggested a web video call - she agreed.After she pinged me on a web call, I waited for the image to come up. She was. Things had barely settled down when the next doctor’s visit sent Lorrie to the delivery room. Twenty minutes later little Sara Abigail Jones was born, blue eyes and a smidgen of blond hair like Lorrie.Sara had been Lorrie’s great grandmother’s name and Abigail was her father’s sister who had died at an early age with cancer. There were plenty of smiles and tears when Lorrie revealed the name and why.Jonathan, Leslie, Jason and Lisa were on cloud nine again; they were proud grandparents.. Not if you’re comfortable like that Frank” she replied and already I felt extremely comfortable around her.As we sipped away at our caffeine fix I asked her what the plan was, “Well Frank, first I will take your measurements and then we will do a few simple exercises just to see how you get on and the rest we will play by ear” she said which I thought sounded good and it would be interesting to get my sizes as it’s been a while since that happened.Coffee finished Rachel reached into her little. She and her daughter both stood and slowly removed their clothes. The teen was very petite and had no tits but for a forty year old woman her mother had a pretty firm body, especially her ass.She and her daughter silently untied my shoes and removed them, along with my pants and boxers."Let's see, the first thing you texted was that you wanted to rub your nose in her panties," she said. Her daughter handed her the white panties and her mother rubbed them across my nose. The scent of her teenage.