"Well hello - we must stop meeting like this!!"It is the gorgeous girl I spoke to last week at the checkout. She iswearing the tightest jeans again, b...t teamed up with a very fine rib tightblack top that shows her petite breasts off to perfection."Hi," I say. "Lovely to see you again, look how about we have a coffee atthe store caf? after we finish shopping, the way my name is Frances, buteveryone calls me Fran" I would love that and I am Erin, see you shortly."We met after shopping and really. Her breath was moist in my ear. “Ican feel it moving down the insides of my thighs.”She paused and nipped my earlobe. “I’m not sure I’llbe able to sit down at the table.”“There’s always room service,” I reminded her. Herbody remained close to mine, swaying gently to thebeat of the music in the next room. When she casuallybrushed a hand across my hardening bulge, it mighthave even seemed accidental to an onlooker. I knewElaine well. She was only five feet tall and with the onset of puberty last year her hips had broadened to match her already heavy legs. The widening of her hips gave her, for the first time in her short life, a waist. Always somewhat plump, she no longer had sides that went straight up and down. Her waist wasn't really slender but in comparison to her hips, it was fine.The thirteen year old girl's most noteworthy attribute however, and the one that attracted other girls' envy and boys hands was her bosom.. But a dog would only be interested if they were bony. And if you were wearing a short skirt I'd be able to see them." Provided I knew where to look of course. Geographically that is."I'm sure I shouldn't be doing this." And attached was a picture of knees, cropped just above the ankles and showing the hem of a short skirt. The photographer wasn't very good and the exposure differed from the previous one, as did the background."Thankyou, those really are nice knees. Not everyone has such good.