She had been happy. All of them had been happy. But now many years later as Naomi stared out at the rain, a solemn expression on her face and tears th...eatening to spill down her cheeks, Naomi realized just how drastically things had changed. Once upon a time she had been an innocent little girl content with her life. She had a loving family, plenty of friends, a wonderful home and everything she could ever want. She had never had a reason to cry. And briefly she wondered if she had taken things. They were about five six or so with wavy long black hair and as they got closer I could tell they had deep blue eyes. We won't mention the jiggling titties and swaying asses just yet. I'm not so crude as to examine a girl's assets before I'm invited to. Right."Are you Billy Joe Stephens?" one of them asked as soon as they were close."Ok, I'll admit it," I said, and they both burst out laughing.It wasn't that odd and I'd been laughed at before but I was wondering what in the hell set them off.. From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda's clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school.Brenda and I loved to play little sex games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other. Then we would trade panties. During the next class, I would push the wet. Smith was involved with something to do with Harold. But maybe Alvin was just saying that to confuse her. He had tried to scare her by telling her Mr. Smith had beaten a girl to death. She didn't think he could, but, well, maybe. He had been very angry that day.She was confused, pulled by her longings one way and her gut instinct in the other. She so wanted to believe in Mr. Smith, wanted him to be the Master she was longing for that it was hard for her to believe anything bad about him. She.