It was natural for women to discuss those things among themselves. Joyce told me once that she had stopped growing or developing when she was eleven, ...t about the time she was raped by those two men. She claimed to still have several of her baby teeth, but I didn't know how that could still be possible, not at nineteen years of age.I had never heard of something being so traumatic that it stopped someone from growing up. I had to admit though, that Joyce looked a lot like an eleven year old. I. Fingermarks were now visible on her pale flesh. “You OK?” I asked? “Yes,” she giggled.My left hand on the small of her back, holding her down somewhat, I delivered a set of blows as hard as the last two. She moved slightly, gasping and a low moan. A hand run across her cheeks before parting her legs slightly. Not only was her bum warm but between her legs was a definate heat. Gently rubbing the thong, digging the material deeper into her puss made her moan a little more. Reaching under, her. Then he had me put my hand under a UV lamp for a few minutes. Hegently wiped all the nails with a nail polish remover and then buffedthem to a fine shine before putting on a couple of coats of a clearhardening polish. As he moved onto my left hand I looked at my rightclosely. The nail bed was a lot thicker than before and it was obviousto anyone who looked that they didn't look natural on a man. I decidedthat I would have to get a nail file and remove them all later.It seemed that little by. Jimmy was still staring at her crotch and his erection was pushing out his shorts"Jimmy, dry my leg with the towel." Tracy whispered. "Now, just massage my thigh."Still dazed, Jimmy did as he was told. After a minute Tracy said, "Rub higher." His hands went up and reached the edge of her panties. She was starting to get wet. Tracy raised her hips and held her shorts away from her body. Jimmy had an unobstructed view of her panty-clad pussy. His eyes got wide and he stopped the massage."Higher.".