I staggered through that entire junior year waiting. The summer came and I feared the memories would all come back. That THEY would all come back. ... asked my parents if I could stay with my grandma in Tenn. I think they were happy to get rid of me, my black hair, and my utter silence. That summer I let my hair grow back. I started playing tennis again, got back into shape. I let the black dye grow out and away. I kept to myself, but I had the comfort of knowing no one in Tenn could. James started telling himself that Abby's breasts were a lot larger than he originally thought. Sure, the younger gym teacher had it all over any woman in looks, but Abby wasn't so bad. The two women were so different, and the similar too. The biggest similarity was that both women had the ability to fuel fantasies in lonely men. The widest difference was that the goddess was inaccessible on her pedestal, while Abby, on the other hand was not.She was older, a bit more ordinary, and flirted with. She’d shaved her pussy lips with just a thin ‘landing-strip’ above. She posed a few times, but keeping her legs together. I quickly got some naked shots of her. Then she lay down on the sun-lounger. I took a few more pictures, then I said ‘Go on, open your legs’. She looked up at the other villa, behind me, again checking, so I thought, that no one was watching, then said ‘Okay, but just one pictures like that. I put the camera up to me eye and she opened her legs. Now her pussy lips were. I had to admit that this really seemed odd to me, but I didn't want to push it. I was finally getting her to talk to me about her life.Sharon was a good-looking woman. She wore very little makeup, if any. She wasn't beautiful or anywhere near it. Some might call her a Plain Jane where I come from but she totally intrigued me.Her figure, on the other hand, was like an hourglass. Even with that stupid blue dress, I could see the swelling of her breasts and that the apron wrapped around a tiny.