Tanya, you look more like an ass type of girl. Mom, What do you mean? Tanya, look at her legs, her hips, her ass. Tanya began massaging my butt and mo... got up and stared at me from behind. Tanya, her hips are widening up, she has thick legs, and a bubble butt, how old are you? She continues massaging my butt. Me, 9. Tanya tells my mom, you see what I mean, look ate the way her body is developing, she is definitely an ass girl. Mom,You might be right, she might get it from her dads side. Me, I. I was happy. No intention of ever straying, despite my occasional long look at the waiter’s butt, or returning a glance in a bar. A girl can dream, right?And I didn’t see it happening, even though it was right in front of me, and I took an active role in it. But still it caught me by surprise when it happened. We were friends, work friends, that was all. Good work friends, close; so close we confessed secrets to each other we didn’t even tell our older friends, the ones we’d known for years. He. Angel moved out of the chair to sit on the couch. "I really didn't need that," she told Arlene, "but I'm flattered, anyway." Dad has something he needs to talk to you about," Arlene told Angel.Brenda knelt in front of Angel. "Hon, please do as Jeff asks. If you do, I promise you will be much, much better in a little while," Brenda told her daughter. "Please, just trust us for now. Okay?" But what is he going to do?"Fred sat beside his daughter and took her hand. "Jeff has a..." Fred's voice. "You must be getting tired." Thank you, but I'm doing all right at the moment," Nesho answered almost cheerfully. "She sits pretty well in this sling. My feet and my back are going to ache, that's for sure. The price of getting old, I guess." Old!" Shasta snorted. "You'll walk the feet off the rest of us I'll bet." Maybe," Nesho laughed softly. "But when we finally stop I wouldn't mind someone rubbing my poor tired back and feet." That can be arranged," Shasta muttered, glad that it was too.