I work with five other women and for the first year all went well. In September, a new boy started and his Dad, John dropped him off and collected him...each day. All my work colleagues thought he was nice and one of them even wolf whistled once and blamed me when he looked round!John is a good looking guy, late 30's, well over 6ft tall, nice physique with greying hair, and have to admit, I shared my colleague's admirations.On Wednesdays, I always go swimming at lunchtime when I finish work. I. I'm definitely starting to grow boobs, not in mum's league but they're there alright. Small, just a palm full, and my nipples are small and pink not dark brown like mums. Some of my classmates are still as flat as a boy.Next a critical check on my triangle. Not a sign of hair sprouting on my tight and crinkly little crack. Good! I can't stand the thought of a tangle of itchy curls down below.If and when they start sprouting I'll get myself a razor like mum keeps hidden and shave things smooth. There wasn't the pleasure she received from Melissa but she still liked the man because he tried to be gentle with her. Thoughts of Jack entered her mind and caused her to shudder in revulsion."When can we do this again?" she asked, walking back and climbing into the bed where he lay with sweat rolling off his body. She ran back and brought him a damp towel to wipe him clean."I think we can do it in an hour or so," Thomas stated, feeling tired. "I'd like to take a small nap now." You go ahead. “Hey Quinn.” “Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about. “What are you doing?” “Just came over to hang out. You?” “Just finishing a movie, come on in.” He had no couches, only two chairs with a table in between. We each took one. He preceded to watch the movie, glancing at me every so often. Only acknowledged by a slight shake of his.