Wow, she sure grew up sense I last seen her at Christmas six months ago. She was wearing tight dark blue jeans that flared out on the bottom and a cut... blue spaghetti strap top which relieved a little bit of her belly button along with her white bra straps. Her breast were finally starting to form as they were very obvious to see. They werent huge by any means but for her age, very well developed. My guess, B maybe Thirty-four B. Hard to tell from this distance. But never the less, she was very. . a really good blow job..I had met other men, but I was not interested in any of themThey did not have my boyfriends touch or smile.One night I was working late and I on my way home, I met a man, an older man, he was tall, dark and very handsome. When I looked at him, I could feel my temperature rise.We were both at the local deli getting our supper to go...I never invited men to my small studio apartment; I heard too many scary stories. There was a park just across the street and the sun was. My hope had been to spot a wisp of smoke from a campfire. Regrettably, it didn’t happen. Either whoever had fired the shot was now long gone, or they knew how to make a fire without generating any smoke. The lack of it just made my job that much harder.Within an hour we were back down the track that we’d followed the day before. We paused for a moment or two at the spot where we’d heard the shot. I looked and listened; but, when we didn’t see anything and we heard nothing other than chirping. I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her it would be easier for me to write this all down and then share it with her on here.I assured her I would not be using any of OUR names. I have no idea if anyone I actually know would find themselves reading any of my words.I really do not care, other than the fact that I don't want my kids or their friends to be able to look at this and say, "Oh, Wow, that sounds.