Except that he worried about her head. If she truly was the age she looked then he was willing to overlook the teenage angst that besets most American...teens. She would grow out of it.If she was the age her birthdate specified he expected her to understand he was a simple minded male. Not that he considered himself suffering from that condition ... what untrained male does?Tom always demonstrated that he understood by vocalizations and other catty methods of agreement ... or disagreement .... I panicked and ran out of the room with my breasts exposed. Only the next day would I learn the truth when Danny, without looking at me, would simply state,"I saw you last night."The expression on his face said the rest. That cured me of my wild drinking, if only for the rest of that summer. The shame is that whoever I was with had a really nice cock and I never got to fuck him. Lies about what happened got around campus and I was mortified. The story being passed around was that I had sex with. I could see he was looking down my top and trying to figure out why i had small pert boobs. He then looked at my small pretty face. I looked away as i didnt want an argument or him to punch me. He could see my big bambi eyes with lots of kohl and dark shadow lined on my eyes. My long lashes flattering and my big dark lips lined with dark plum lipstick. He then began to stare at my forehead - He looked and then came over to me and sat down. 'whats that on ur forehead' he said in a deep rough. She got up and started kissing me. And I kissed her. I was 17, she was 15. My hands embraced her at first, but then they started exploring her body. Her blond hair, her soft skin and her thin body. Her small boobs and just perfect ass. I swear, it was exeptionally perfect. She was certainly Swedish.We took off and walked the 500 meters to my house. My parents had gone to Finland for the weekend, so we entered the livingroom. I lay down in the sofa, but she sisn´t follow. Instead she started to.