She liked the sexy look of the young blonde Louren Bacall. She would let the right side of her hair drop over her right eye giving it that peek-a-boo ...ook.Then she would put eye shadow on her eyes and draw her eyebrows very carefully and put on adult dark blood red lipstick. If it were not for the fact that her body was still that of a c***d her face looked so mature that she could pass for someone much older.When she was made up and blotted so that her makeup would not smear Jane would add to. But when you decide they’ve gone too far then you do something weird in your quiet little way and suddenly whoever it is completely backs off. It’s a little bit freaky.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. I was completely baffled.“Do you remember in the fifth grade when everyone’s stuff kept disappearing?” said Liz. “It went on for weeks. I think you lost some lunch money or something. Then one day that girl’s brooch went missing – I don’t remember her name. She went completely. So at 7pm after our final patient had gone, we were the only 2 people left in the building. As soon as Jo had locked the front door and closed the blinds I set myself upon her. I pinned her to the wall and we kissed furiously. My hands explored her body, one finding her ass and the other one of her tits. After what felt like an age, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to my surgery. I pulled her shirt over her head and at this point I realised she hadn't put her bra back on either. My. I shared a very close friendship with her. So close that even the difference between our ages didn’t matter. One day I asked Urmila ‘why don’t you wear T-Shirt and Jeans like other girls?’ . First she hesistated to answered but I asked her repetadly. She looked shy but the replied ‘My boobs looks stretched tight when I wear T-Shirt or top’. I looked at her and smile and said ‘Then You must be turning many heads when you walked on the road’.She smiled and became silent.I hold her hand and.