"Well, I like him," Donna said, "but you know what men are like. Two dates and they think they can put you to bed."

"Exactly," Imogene said with some warmth. "And sex isn't exactly all it's said to be," Donna added archly. "Waste of time, if you ask me."

"Oh, I couldn't agree more," Imogene had replied.

Donna was attractive. She had jet-black hair, a square, good-looking face, and a large pair of tits that were her main feature. Her legs and ass were good too, but her tits were the thing that people noticed.

Her daughter, Scarlette, had normal size tits, and she had some more developing to do. She seemed younger and more easily led than Lana. Her dark hair fell to her shoulder blades, and her mouth seemed to pout at every available opportunity. She was slightly taller than Lana, I her figure slimmer, her legs longer.

Such were the varied thoughts of Imogene for the next week. But now that she was looking, Imogene noticed other things too. How Lana got up extra early on Saturday morning and took great care with her shower and makeup. Lana also seemed tense and more preoccupied, but she left with her usual cheery wave, in a short summer skirt and blouse, with her white stockings and high heels.

Instantly Imogene made for the car. She was wearing her most expensive dress, and she made sure her makeup and hair were the best they could be.

She drove around the block, and then stopped at Donna's house.

It was only a few minutes before Donna climbed in, rather breathless.

"Yeah," she gasped, "they're heading for the bus depot."

Imogene drove quickly. It wasn't difficult to pick out the two girls, swinging along the sidewalk.

"There they go!" Donna said suddenly. "What did I tell you?"