Replacing my mental image of a short, scruffy brown-haired girl with braces was the now very grown up looking 16 year old Lilly. While still shorter t...an my 5 ft 9, she was clearly taller than I recalled. However, it wasn't her height that caught my attention. It was a warm afternoon so she was dressed for comfort with cute blue shorts made from a very thin fabric, revealing the outline of darker underwear. She also had on a very bright yellow top, which highlighted the perfect set of very. He didn’t stop. He reached up between both breasts and tried to cup one of her breasts. It was too big for one hand. He pulled gently on the top of her dress exposing more of her tit and the top of her strapless bra. His tongue licked and licked as far down under her dress and bra as he could get his tongue. He was closer now to her nipple but still couldn’t touch it with his tongue. Then he saw them pointing out, pressing hard against her dress. So he did the next best thing to sucking then. Staring at her ass, I got the impression from the way her hiking shorts fit over its two firm cheeks that she was not wearing panties. My imagination was running wild as I again pictured her naked breasts as she sun-bathed. They weren't too big but, from my vantage point of the fit figure walking in front of me, just the right size for her height.Our walk back was brisk and quiet. When we reached the head of the trail across the street from my house she stopped and told me that was her car. “Yes, they were great dancers, but they danced to tunes that had slightly different steps than what the O’Connells use,” he told me.“You’ll need to teach me some of those dance steps,” I told him. The slow dance music had started again, and Owen and I danced again for a time, but it was getting late, we were tired, and tomorrow was Sunday. We would be expected to be in church in the morning.“We need to go home. We’re both worn out, and we have church tomorrow” I told Margie when I located her.