" Suddenly self conscious she stated, "But my hair is a mess and I don't have any makeup on." I assured her, "You don't need it, you are still the mos... beautiful girl I know." She leaned over the fence and kissed me. The softness of her lips on mine almost had me ready to cum in my shorts. "I have to get going. Mom and I are going to the stables this morning and I have to get ready." I kissed her again, "Okay, maybe we can go down to the beach when you get back", I suggested hopefully. "We'll. You should be the one making the decisions, and if your dad doesn’t understand that, then you shouldn’t be doing it. I learned these things too late, but I don’t blame my dad for that. Men say lots of things on moments like that, but you’re the one who decides which parts she should be listening to. I only understood this when I was talking with dad afterwards as she was writing these things down.[Here are my own thoughts after listening to Katy (not her real name, of course, but close. The sun was shining and I was nearly finished – and my glass of wine was nearly empty.Anna came out bringing the wine, looking fantastic in a denim mini and tee shirt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, her boobs naturally swing outwards, and I could see the nipples pushing against the material. “How’s it going?” she asked. “Five minutes more should do it”, I said.She filled my glass and went back indoors, coming back out about 5 minutes later. She came over and said “Time’s up!”, and. I was the exact opposite in looks. On the smaller side, I'm 5ft 5, blonde and slim. My eyes are a steel coloured blue, and Jordan always said he loved my eyes. They're big and warm, even though they're cold coloured. He said I had a killer bum too, but that's a little less romantic.As I set off, I reached for my phone in my jean pocket. I dialled his number and waited for his voice.I reached his front door and knocked. I heard him sigh from inside as well as on the phone.I hung up and waited.