She had played dolls with her best friend and the two had secrets that they had promised to never share – cross their hearts and hope to die. Some o... the secrets were laughably funny now, like the time they had gone shopping without wearing their bras. It wasn't like either needed a bra with their A-cup breasts just starting to grow. But some secrets she still held to herself; secrets of exploration and discovery done behind locked doors and under sheets.Sue had not even told her husband of. I called and told her I was a talent scout for a major magazine, and would give her ten thousand dollars if she'd allow me to take some pictures of her nude, and one hundred thousand if they were published. She told me immediately where I could shove my money. I raised my offer to a quarter of a million and she shouted angrily saying she wasn't that kind of a girl, then she hung up! Okay, I reflected, I had only wanted a few pictures, and had been willing to pay well for them, but now I would. Mum had a smile on her lips, her awkward eleven year old was embarrassed by her bodies growing pains, 'You are becoming a young woman Mariel', she said trying to reassure me, 'these changes will become more evident as you grow older'.I was still studying myself in the mirror, my breasts were small, so small I was yet still to wear my first brassiere, but my nipples took on a whole new life of their own, and people started to notice them, and men were saying the dirtiest things to me, something. Probably a lot of the floor, a sofa or two and a table also. I was very Horney. I was also dreaming like I was stoned but what beautiful dreams. She turned and walked across an actual fucking bear skin. It was huge, brown and very soft. I knelt and felt it, almost an oily feel, like a well tanned hide should have. "Dave saw it at an estate sale years ago and had to have it. He paid over a thousand for it in nineteen eighty-five and it is a real Kodiac. I own it now so I get to keep it in here..