They had this wide band of darker fabric at the top and for the first time I knew how women kept the on. I could see little clips (Aunt Rose told me l...ter about garters). I tried not to stare and as my eyes moved away from her legs I could see down the front of her dress again. Her large breasts swayed seductively under the fabric and were held in place by what I knew was a bra. I loved looking down her top for some reason, I knew women had breasts and had always been curious if they were hard. Later, when “Childrens hour” was over Susan and my brother went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the fields to the woods. There was a tree house in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to take down his shorts and play with his “willie”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the headmasters office I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother!The summer came and went, “dirty games” in the tree house became a daily occurrence, though all we did was fumble. I had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching the display at the same time. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me for awhile so I could keep watching.Finally, she reached for something on the seat beside her and saw me. Her only reaction was to lower her sunglasses to get a better look at me. She must have liked what she saw, because she reached back into her panties, glancing up at me with a smile. We were well into a long deserted stretch of highway and I saw her check her mirror for. “Come on then!” she said. I jumped off the bed and followed her to the tiny bathroom. I watched as she stood by the bath and undid her bra and placed it on the toilet and then matter of factly rolled her panties over her bottom and let them fall to the floor.Now completely naked, she climbed into the bath. I could see tiny goosebumps on her thighs. The bathwater was crystal clear as she scooped it up and let it run over her shoulders and breasts. I sat on the edge of the bath as she continued,.