I was like stunned and said okk what should I??Then there it began..we should to go for restaurants,movies etc.we got know ourselves and once asked in...why are starring at me when first meet. By time we were close enough . I said I m interested I you and u luck gorgeous .she said I m not interested in marriage and all this.I said Hey that fine let us continue as friends .she said for sure.then we were like getting even closer and almost everyday we used to chit chat,go for outings.One day I. It was pleasantly warm, refreshing, and I began to submerge myself."Don't get your hair wet," Becky warned, scrubbing herself with her hands. "He'll know we'd been swimming and he'll be forced to wonder what we were wearing while we were swimming. Just get clean and then get out so we can dry off and get dressed."Okay," I agreed, moving towards her, still completely unconcerned about my Uncle's reaction. I was watching Becky rub herself across her tits, through her dark pubic hair. My dick was. Tyson."I must say Michelle, I was absolutely moved to tears by your singing!" This came from the local vicar."I hope you don't mean I was so bad I made you cry?" I giggled.As soon as I'd said it I realised that I was flirting."Gosh no, I thought you were marvellous!"Well, a girl likes attention I suppose, to say that I was the belle of the ball would have been an understatement. When the local paper printed a review of the show I was both astounded and pleased to be horrified by the resultant. Why do women always lie and tell you they will be ready in a minute. She opened the door and yanked me in before I could even say hello. She spun around so her back was to me and told me to zip her up as she was trying to dress herself and couldn't quite get it.I straightaway noticed lots of bare back as I pulled up the zip, no bra. She turned back around and was trying to fit her boobs into the cups of the dress. There wasn't much of the dress to be honest. She told me she was a Santa helper.