I walked over and looked in at all her dresses which she never wore, shewas such a tomboy. I saw that many of her dresses still had the tags onthem. "...hy does she not want to wear them?" I thought to myself. "Theyare all so pretty. If I was a girl I would wear them all the time."I took one off the pole and held it in front of me as I had seen girlsdo when shopping with my mother. I wondered how I would look in it."What are you doing?" I heard my mother say from behind me."Nothing," I said and. But to describe either one of them, I'd have to include the term voluptuous, as they had a bit more meat on their bones so to speak. Though sitting there looking at the two of them as they conversed while making breakfast, I could only admire and secretly harbor a few indecent thoughts regarding the two of them.Thoughts I might indeed entertain, but thoughts I would never openly act upon.Jill however, was something else entirely.Growing up together, again closer than most kids back then, we'd. It had raised her status for sure and gotten her some unwanted attention but she was torn about how some people saw her. She’d never tell a soul that though.“Oh, boyfriend, is it?” continued Logan. “Does he know you do this kind of thing?”Alex showed the only semblance of manners. He was, at least, looking awkward about it and embarrassed for Hannah and embarrassed by the lads behaviour. He looked at Hannah and in an apologetic way said, “I think my Auntie will call soon, do you still want to. I came as I'd never come before. If only she were actually there, and not just in the erotic theatre of my mind. I saw her again in line at Starbucks the next day. Same jacket, same boots, but now a pair of equally tight solid black leggings. These were sheer, allowing me to get an even better glimpse of her ass than I had the day before: perfectly formed round globes, tantalizingly visible underneath the sheer fabric. Yet again she ordered a pumpkin spice frappuccino. I wished that green straw.