I would see their naked bums as they toweled themselves dry, then turn around with their breasts and (being the 80s) full bushes of pubic hair between...their legs visible to me. That's what sparked my interest the most. It was different to what I had under my clothes. I was too young to understand what I was seeing, yet I was still somehow storing these images into my memory, which would go on to fuel my teenage and adult fantasies...It would be several years later that I'd begin realising what. My girlfriend went to stay with a friend of hers. That night after my parents went to sleep we ended up playing mummy again. I don’t remember who started it. I was laying on top of him again and I felt his cock harden against my ass. Without knowing what I was even doing, I moved my ass in a little circle and kind of arched my back a little forcing myself down against him. I eased off of him, feeling my own cock start to stiffen.“This mummy is dead. How is he getting hard?”Nervously I ran my. I slowly peered over his shoulder, breathing deeply and when I saw the face, it made me sigh with releif and I swore. "What the fuck is going on? Emily? Holy mother fucker." Shyla hissed, glaring at both of us and I was surprised by her language. I raised a perfect brow, stepping of from behing Jovanne who stepped forward in protection but I pushed him back and faced Shyla. She tore her eyes from my body. "What? Never seen a woman's body before?" I said, putting my hands on my hips and stood. First, I hadn't asked for anything like that, and there was somethingabout the style that looked a little funny. It wasn't till I looked atthe label and saw the "Becky Thatcher" and the "7" size that I realizedthat she had gotten me several white girl's blouses. "Mom, what's withthese," I asked, holding one up. "Well," she re plied, "One of thestores was closing out a section that sold boy's and girl's schooluniforms. I know that the style wasn't something that you had asked for.But the 7 size.