John and I had spent the last few days getting the foundations dug for a large barn, so we weren't the cleanest we'd ever been. Millie decided it was ...ime we all took a bath in the creek.Abby was still as enthusiastic about swimming as she'd always been, and Mary was just about as bad. Eve had gotten over a lot of her shyness and she joined us freely. I was having to smile as I watched Mike. At his age, I don't think he even realized there was a difference between girls and boys. On the one. Granddad came home three hours later. He had a friend with him, an old black guy. He asked me what had happened, but I noticed him and his friend didn't rush to untie me or cover me up. I couldn't tell him Dad had raped me, so I said a boy from school had come over. I could see in their eyes what they thought of me. I could also see the bulges in the front of their trousers. The two men went out into the kitchen, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then the black man - his name was. She means that much to me.In the last year or two, my best friend, Kayla, has changed a bit, she's gotten more adventurous, more impulsive, not crazy or reckless, just a bit more daredevil.I found this out one afternoon when she picked me up, she often could get one of her parent's cars when I couldn't, and had told me we were heading for the beach.Well, we live about thirty minutes from the ocean and that wasn't unusual, especially in the summer, so I had my trunks on and a towel in my hand. It showed off my large and firm breasts, curving over the top of each mound and revealed inches of soft brown flesh.The drinks were already going down well when I arrived. Terry saw me walk in and came over. He bought me a non-alcoholic drink (I wasn't of age at the time) and we chatted.The guy who was leaving came over in a group. His name was Mikey and he was in his late 20s. He had an oval face and dark hair, combed back heavily at the sides. It was almost a 1950s rocker cut, but shorter..