Looking down in that instant I saw the lacey cups of her bra that was also gapping open and her erect nipple screamed at me to “take a picture it la...ts longer,” the old cliché we used so many times in my life.Her bra was a fiber fill, what we used to think of as lightly padded, long before anyone thought of the push up bra. I could see the thickness of the padding, pure white and her nipple barely touched the fabric. When Sharon would laugh or get embarrassed her blush would turn her cheeks. “What do you think they’ll do to us?” asked Tom.“They’ve just moved in, probably want some boxes moved or something,” I said but I wasn’t convincing either of us.That evening Tom and I sat in my bedroom and waited until we heard doors slam and saw Mr and Mrs Kennedy drive off in their car. I was scared stiff, I’d hardly been able to eat my dinner and Mum asked if I was feeling ill from having spent too long in the sun.“You ready?”Tom nodded.“OK, let’s do this.”We went downstairs, I stuck my. The car lunged forward and rocked back. I stared at the back of a tan car. I scanned the surrounding area and then the house. I was at the right place. I backed up. The urge to drive away was strong, but I had nowhere to go. I parked the car next to the curb. Sitting in my car, staring out the windshield, my fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Tension spread through my body and my foot wanted to shift from the brake to the gas pedal. It flinched several times, but I threw the car into park. A few years ago an aunt of mine came to stay with my mother for two weeks. She brought her granddaughter (my cousin) with her. It was my first time to meet Sandra. That's not her real name for obvious reasons. I remember coming home from work and greeting my aunt and then being introduced to Sandra. At the time Sandra was f*****n years old but very mature, physically, for her age. I remember thinking to myself at the time how gorgeous she was though I honestly never imagined anything happening.