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... collar of my floppy jumper to hide my blushes from my classmates. I was surprised that my dad had actually picked me up and not just let the bus take me home, it would have given him and my mother fifty minutes of 'alone time', after all, it had been a week since my mum and dad had been in bed together and I was surprised that my dad could keep his mind on driving with all that unused sexual tension going on in his head. "Did you miss me all week?" "Yes." "Isn't it a little hot today for that thick jumper?" "Shouldn't we have a real car with air-conditioning in it rather than a ratty old van?" "You didn't want me to pick you up from school did you?" "No, no one at this school knows that I'm Dillon's daughter and it would have been nice to have kept it that way." "I'm Adam, not Dillon." I looked over at my dad in total disbelief, he was serious, he had thought that I didn't know his real name, I wondered just how safe it was for him to be driving the van, was he still d***k from last night or worse? My mum was waiting outside the house when we arrived, she ran and leaped into my dad's arms from about twenty feet away, she rained a million kisses on him in twenty seconds, her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist, I had to push past them in the street to get inside the house and I really wished that they had done the same, I'm sure that half the neighbours were watching my mum and dad. I cast a casual glance back out into the street and shook my ...

... head, my mother was dressed in her usual micro-mini dress and in her current position her backside was on display to the rest of the street, I initially thought that she wasn't wearing any panties but I spotted a flesh toned filament of dental floss between the cheeks of her bum, she was wearing a flesh pink thong but it wouldn't have surprised me to find her bare-arsed in the afternoon when I got home from school. No, not totally naked, but not wearing knickers. My mum had spent the day packing our stuff for the holiday so all we had to do was carry the stuff from the living room and stick it into the back of the van. My dad mentioned the heavy jumper I was wearing again, it was over thirty degrees centigrade in the shade and I was feeling a little warm since I'd left the relative coolness of the school, no, the school isn't air-conditioned but it was new and they had a special system to draw heat out of the air in the building and turn it into hot water, drawing the heat out of the air like that left it a little cooler and it also caused a high degree of air circulation without the need to open windows and letting the hot outside air into the school. My dad handed me a white vest top, the group he had spent the week playing with had been selling them before their gigs and my dad had brought two home with him, one in my size to fit my thirty-two inch 'C' cup chest and one that would fit my mother's thirty-four 'DD' cup chest. Mum rushed off to her bedroom to change into her ...