Rebecca's next photo is not nearly so vulgar. In fact, she isn't evenin focus. She sits in the background, many rows back in the cafeteriawith a book ...n the table and a pencil in her ear, as Christopher Davistalks to Lisa Miller. He'd asked Rebecca out first, but she couldn't bewith him. She was too intimidated, and busy with her studies.The next picture of Rebecca catches his eye. She's in a graduation capand gown, smiling with her loving parents.He turns and looks at the picture of Robert. Her breasts were not yet as big as her mother's, the prurient preacher mused, but there was no way that Bernice's would have stood up so high and firm as her daughter's did.The virtuous fourteen-year-old girl got hot shivers from the way her minister was looking at her naked body. But she liked the way it made her feel. She wasn't used to being seen naked, not even by herself, but this was Jesus' messenger so it was like being naked for the Savior. Yesterday's soul-searing experience was still. She built the length up using resins. It was fascinating to watch. I very quickly had long squared off fingernails like my Mothers. She painted them a metallic pale pink and set in some tiny jewels on each nail. I had noticed that this is how most women wore them. The girls of my age did too for the prom only generally.My toes too were worked on, squared off and painted pink.My ears were pierced, and a large diamond stud was placed in each lobe.Permanent make up was very much in vogue and pale. I felt naughty and wicked - and I loved it. I sat down on the bed and opened my legs a little - to allow my fingers to slide across the length of my slit and then to gently ease their way between the folds my vaginal lips. The entrance to my pussy was moist with my desire."Princess..." It was Dad calling from downstairs. My trance was broken."Yes..." I called down."Mindy on the phone for you".Sod it!!! I loved her - but right now I could kill her - I ached to explore more. Oh well, time enough.