Shading your eyes against the sun's glare, you see a man approaching. I walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs carrying me ...uickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your huge shapely breasts,and part your legs slightly so that the pink slot dividing your hairless pubic mound is clearly visible. As I near your resting place, my steps slow to a standstill, and I drop to my knees beside you. My eyes roam all over. “Goodnight, Ric,” she shouted back. Richard Anderson, or Ric as he was more commonly known, had been best friends with Jennifer Bouvier since they were both young, despite the fact that he was two and half years older than she. They had attended the same elementary school and middle school, but when it came high school Jennifer had been packed off to St Ambrose, a snobby private school, though her parents could well afford it. Daniel Bouvier was a doctor and her mother Nancy was a bookkeeper. . I named off a few and vaguely indicated where they lived in the neighborhood. When I mentioned Shannon he laughed and said I had advanced tastes in girls. He admitted she had great tits so I bragged that I saw down her shirt once and exaggerated that I saw it all. He thought that was great and told me he noticed all the girls I mentioned from around all seemed to be older girls with nice curves. I just admitted that the sexy girls were more like real women than the rail skinny boobless baby. Do I need to miss this opportunity? Lot of mind voices.Then I remembered a thing. Once I bought a sex book from waste paper Shop. As there are no photos in that I was not interested to read that book and kept it in my Cupboard. I went to my bedroom and took that book. It has 100 pages. I read the content. It has many topics like How to Start, What is Fore Play, Organs of Men & Women, Orgasm etc., Then I closed my bedroom door and sat on my bed and began to read it. I left the topics which I.