But she had always been the child of the group, the slut, the outcast, the youngest and only female! Their sudden rejection of her had left the girl f...eling desperate and alone.Thankfully, the money she was now receiving for her new allowance had earned her some new friends, friends that were quick to accept her when she no longer had Shane and his group around. And these were actually friends her age, kids her own gender, classmates. Amy's early summer break had been filled with trips to the. What ... twenty-five or something like that?”“Twenty-six,” he said, his voice tight. “So what?”“Oh nothing,” she said, her voice light. “It’s just that the big strong man lives with his Mommy.” She giggled. “That’s so what. I can see why, though. No woman would have you!” She thought that was hilarious, and started laughing out loud.Of all the digs she could have tried to use against him, that one was probably the worst possible choice. If Bobby Dalton knew anything, it was that he was. It was actually one of my favorites too, because it had all these holes in it. She had worn it for years and had snagged it on fences, torn it on tree limbs and just flat worn holes in it. It was an extremely sexy shirt, though she didn’t seem to realize that. I loved it because it was too small and showed lots of skin. Her grandmother had finally given up trying to make her wear a bra when she was seventeen, and now she never wore them. So, Megan in her favorite shirt was welcome at my house. She placed the morning dishes in the sink and went to their bedroom to undress for her shower. She removed her gown and bikini pantie pajamas she had worn and looked at herself in the mirror admiring her own body. She was blessed with a very good shape, nice breasts, (35C), and pretty ash blond hair. She turned and looked at her pussy in the mirror. She was a true blonde that kept herself trim. She didn't shave herself but kept her vaginal hair trim and neat. Beth was five feet five and weighed.