Sam and 2 of her friends had very tight shirts on and very short and very tight shorts on. Sam was in gymnastics so naturally she had a very nice body...and the clothes she wore that day accented it very well. She had about C cup tits and a extremely nice ass. I couldnt stop staring at that ass all day.We were both in 8th grade and she was about 5' 2" so i felt like i could just pick her up and put her in every position i knew. I was about 5' 7" and growing and very skinny only about 115 lbs. We. With more alacrity than I expected, she did as she was told, reaching behind her with both hands to hold the hem up above her ass. The visual contrast of her white, creamy skin with the black undergarments was stark. I idly traced a finger along the tops of her stockings, finding the soft, delicate skin just above, and pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger. Not enough to leave a mark or even hurt, but to let her know I could. Her breathing was rapid, almost ragged. Her body trembled. .. because of Bob?" asked Jill."He was a big part of it," said Heather, reaching over to touch my thigh. "I was in love with him, but wouldn't admit it. If I could have, things might have turned out a lot differently." I might not even be here!" said Jill."That's right, darling," said her mother. "You might not."I took them to my house for the evening. I had purchased an old Victorian style house, which had been ravaged by being rented year after year to college kids. I got it cheap, and then. I gathered up his clothes and tossed them out the door and then went back to the bedroom. Misty had gone into the bathroom and I don't know if she locked herself in or not. I didn't trust myself to try to open the door. I leaned my head against the door and yelled:"I'm leaving for thirty minutes. Be gone when I get back and make sure you leave your key on the kitchen table."It was closer to an hour before I got back and she was gone. I went into work the next morning and somehow made it through.