" She said. "I knew you would love me just like my own father." Then she giggled and added, "It's just that your bigger down there than he is."She saw...the look of shock cross my face. I should have put two and two together long ago, but I hadn't. After last night I had wondered how many guys she had had sex with, as experienced as she was."Your only the second person I've made love to or had sex with." She answered my unasked question as if reading my mind. "My father was the first and now. I told her that I was happy to spend time with the family and especially with her, since I did not want her to feel sorry for me. During the dinner I could not stop staring at her big boobs perfectly squeezed by her dark red summer dress, I think she noticed, and with her usual behaviour she was leaning on me with her hand on my leg everytime she was talking to me. Well, after some glass of wine and being so close to her I started to think how sexy she was and how much I'd like to play with her. Surprisingly, he wanted to meet. I agreed, and said I'd come pick him up and we could go to Wild Bean cafe (a 24 hour cafè operating out of a BP petrol station). A quick shower and spruce up, and q quick lie to the boyfriend (going for a drink at Ginas, be back in a few hours) and I set off. The boyfriend was off to bed anyway, and my friend and boarder Rachel was in her room, addictedly watching episodes of Home and Away. I picked Hayden up and we went for coffee. Ordering a vanilla lattè for. At first it had been innocent horsing around; in his car on a drive (alone with him) swimming and other things. Times that we’d be alone. Times that he’d find someplace in the country to park, in a nice secluded area, then start to mess around. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same with him, I went for the bulge in his slacks right away.Rubbing it over his clothes then fumbling around to.